CHAPTER THREE.

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A/N: Hiya Loves, I am back with another chapter, I hope you enjoy. 😋 Happy Reading.





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*2 weeks before Meeting.*

Mix turned his head to the window and watched the trees go by, becoming progressively sucked into the din of everyday life. When he left that note on the bedside table. Mix didn't consider it would be more than a one-night thing. Four months later, turning into more of a forever thing. There are worse guys to have more of a forever with Huh.

Mix's mind reeled all the way back to his apartment. The car journey became a zone for mutual silence, processing the name Earth Pirapat.

They resumed their seating from earlier, still not breathing a word.

"Ok so, how do you want to tell him?" White broke the silence.

"Huh" responded Mix, still dazed from the information.

"You still have to tell him. So, how?"

He groaned. Mix didn't have the head space to process anything, he was too busy having his own little meltdown.

"SHIA! He's worth that much!" Exclaimed KT. Who remained silently glued to his phone since hearing the baby daddy's name.

His wide-eyed gaze focused on Mix. "When I said you have great taste, I meant it. It's immaculate."

"Why?"

"You tell me, have you not read his Bio?" Mix peered at the phone. Reading the impressive list of accomplishments after his name. not to mention the one with 'Youngest Multibillionaire CEO in Bangkok' in bold print. Mix groaned further.

"Not bad." Said KT

"Is all you care about? Money?" Mix asked out of frustration.

"No," Khaotung responded "but it helps." He gave Mix a cheeky smile, and that only irked Mix further.

"Did you not get a clear idea of how wealthy he was that night?" Asked White.

"No there wasn't really time for that, I just thought he was a good dresser... among other things."

"Among, what other things?" Teased White. His grin wider than the Cheshire Cat's.

Mix didn't dignify that question with an answer. Instead sending a death glare Whites way, rubbing soothing patterns across his stomach.

Well, baby you definitely won't want for anything.... if he accepts us. Mix thought.

"Hey look," Exclaimed White "your baby daddy is looking for New Tech Companies to invest in." His brain began formulating a plan. "Here's how we get in."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"


Mix shook himself out of his thoughts, as he recalled how busy he'd been over the past two weeks.  Putting together the proposal as well as tackling morning symptoms, pushy parents and increasingly – well meaning – irritating friends.  He had bigger things to conquer today.

The cab stopped In front of the acquainted, intimidating modern building. Stepping out of the car. He took a deep breath and headed in.


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"Well then Khun Mix, what can I do for you?"

"Actually, it's more like what we can do for each other." Mix bit his lower lip nervously as he watched Earth's eyes.

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