Gulf, unbeknownst to his future wife, was having an inner battle with himself. He couldn't quite forget the smoldering look Mew threw in his way out. Couldn't quite take his mind off his wedding planner.
The fact that Pam kept silent the whole time there, and on the way home, didn't help, if only, it made him think harder about the man.
On the fourth day after their meeting, Gulf was greeted with a cup of hot coffee in his hands and a swift kiss on his cheek.
"I've made up my mind!" Pam said when he sat on a stool at the island that separated the kitchen from the rest of the penthouse.
"I want Mew Suppasit to be our wedding planner."
"Are you sure?" he asked, not fully awake, and not really sleepy either. "It's a big decision, if you want to take another day to think about it, I'm sure he won't mind."
"I'm one hundred percent sure! I want his vision and his dedication and I want this wedding to be perfect. He has to help us."
"Alright." Gulf said softly, taking his cup and following Pam out of the kitchen. She was late to work.
"Can you call him?" she asked putting on her coat and checking her lipstick in the mirror.
"Please? I have a ton of meetings today. I left his card on the table in the kitchen. Just give him a call and plan another meeting with him. Whenever he's free."
"Alright, I'll do that"
Pam nodded and exited the apartment, the door locking in place after her.
Gulf scrubbed a hand over his face, going to the bedroom to get his phone then in the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee. The card was where Pam said it will be, so he picked it up ignoring the pounding in his heart when he introduced Mew's number in his phone and let it ring.......
Only to realize that it was a little after seven in the fucking morning and Mew was probably asleep!
"Shit!" he exclaimed, fumbling with his phone to hang up before a soft sleepy and slightly amused voice called from the other line.
"Hello?"
Busted.
Jesus Christ.
"Er... hello" Gulf replied unsure, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.
"Hello." Mew replied softly, letting out a little sigh. "Who is this?"
Snap the fuck out of it, Gulf
"Hello, um... this is Gulf Kanawut. We had an appointment four days ago?" he cringed at how high - pitched and nervous his voice sounded.
"Oh! Good morning, Mr. Kanawut!"
Mew perked up, Gulf could basically hear the smile in the other man's voice.
"I'm so sorry for calling you this early in the morning. I totally forgot about the time."
Mew laughed softly in his ear, the sound of it making Gulf smile a little.
"No worries, Mr. Kanawut..."
"Gulf." he corrected swiftly. Mr. Kanawut was too formal.
"Gulf, I aim to please"
I bet you do.
"What can I do for you today?"
"I was just, uh... calling to tell you that you're hired? I mean, not that you're jobless or something. My girlfriend... fiancée...Pam, she told me to call and ask if you'll do it? Plan our wedding, I mean..... I really don't know how to say it."
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Fanfic"This is wrong. We can't do this" Mew said as his trembling hands went up to cup Gulf's tear stained cheeks. "I won't be that person that comes between a couple Gulf. I can't." ***** Mew is a successful wedding planner in the country. He is hardwor...
