MY COLD-HEARTED BOSS

Chapter - 4 : 'Don't You Have a Nickname?'

KRIST PERAWAT

Next day, I went to the boss’s office to gave him coffee, but I didn’t find him there. I went to the room, inside the office, which is also his personal space, and saw him sleeping on his chair.

“Look at this sleepy head! How comfortably he’s sleeping here”, talking to myself, and went up to him. I slowly put down the coffee on the table, and watching him carefully.

“Ice face, why do you always bully me? Huh? If you keep doing that, I’ll…”, I gritted, pretending to hit on his face, and keep whispering around him.

“You know? When you keep quite like this, you look cute.” In a few sec, I saw him struggling in his nightmare. 

“Khun Prachaya…Khun Prachaya…”, I tried to wake him up. His hands were shaking, and keep whispering, No…No…

I got worried. Thinking, what should I do? I tried to wake him up again.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me. I fell down on his laps, and he woke up with widened eyes. We stared at each other for a while.

“You know, when god made you, he was seriously showing off.” I whispered, smiling, while looking into his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, and stared me shockingly for a few more sec.

“Have you stared enough?” he pushed me back, looking annoyed. I stood up, and apologize to him.  He stood up and walking around.

“I was here to give you…”

“You are too heavy.” I wasn’t even completed my sentence and just got interrupted.

“Seriously?!! I was just trying to wake you up. It’s you who pulled me, not me who wanted to sit on your laps.” I said with whiny tone in my voice, and making my faces.

“Your package, I put it on your office desk, and here is your Americano.” I told him. He took a look on it, and nodded.

“Uhhh… Khun Prachaya, don’t you have a nickname, do you? I asked curiously.

“Why?” Why do you want to know?” he asked with a straight face while sitting on his chair.

“I just wanted to know. I like to call my friends by their nicknames.” I grinned.

“You come here to work or to make friends?” he was frowning.

“I made a pouty face, and kept staring at him.

He took a glance at me, sighed, and shaking his head.

“Singto, Singto Prachaya Ruangroj.” he told.

“Huh!!!” I shocked, and exclaimed cheerfully.

“That sounds good. I’ll call you Khun Singto, then. Oh! I forgot, you can call me Krist.” I said cheerfully.

“Don’t you have work at all?” he crossed his arms, and frown his eyebrows.

“Go back to your desk.” He ordered me.

“Oh, okay.” I smiled.

I went to get water to drink. While drinking water, I saw a young and beautiful girl walked in. She seemed in a hurry, and dropped her purse. When she bent down and tried lifting it, her shirt got torn, and stitches opened. She got very embarrassed. I ran to her.

“Hey! Take this.” I gave her my jacket to cover it.

“Oh, thank you.” She smiled nervously.

She put on the jacket. “Thank you so much for giving me your jacket.” She smiled.

“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled back.