Fated to be yours

Chapter 23

"Fuck!"

Furious, Mew throws the file on the ground. "Why the fuck do they want to change the terms of the contract again?" he thunders.

"S...Sir" The man before him stammers, "They are saying they are being offered a..better deal."

"Fuckers! I knew they were going to get greedy for more" he grits his teeth. He has been bidding for this land for months now and now just when he is finally close to finalising the deal, the other party wants to increase the amount of the compensation. "Do we know who's offering them a 'better' deal than us?" he questions.

The man gulps, "No."

Mew glares at him, "Don't come to me with half-ass information ever again if you don't want to get fired on the spot."

"I am sorry, Sir."

"Now pick up that file and get out. On the way out, tell Mild to arrange a meeting with those bastards." Looks like he will have to make a trip to Chiang Mai.

Everyone in the office is wary of him that day. 

When he gets home, his mood gets even darker. First, he doesn't get his usual coffee because Gulf wasn't home. Second, it was late and the boy wasn't picking up his phone.

Mew tries to distract himself by working as his anger rises. It had been three days now that the boy had been coming home way too late. They hardly see each other because they both are so busy. 

Earlier when they used to share the same room, even if they both were busy with their own work they used to be at least in each other's presence. Sitting quietly in a comfortable silence doing their own work. But now that they have separate rooms, Mew hardly sees the boy, except for dinner.

But now he doesn't get to see him even on the dinner table, because the boy is always out, God knows doing what. He knows it isn't because of his football practice or studies, because the other day he had thought to surprise him and pick him up from his practice so that they could go out to eat. But got surprised himself when he got to know that Gulf had already left. And when he had asked the boy later, where he was to come home so late, the boy had replied with one word - 'practice'.

Mew hates liars, but he had given the boy the benefit of doubt and hadn't probed further. Gulf might have had other things to do which he didn't know, he had thought.

Now it's been three days and it's the same routine of him waiting and of Gulf's coming home late and even eating out these days.

But his anger starts to give way to worry as the clock strikes half-past ten. Gulf is usually back by nine or at most nine-thirty.

Worried, he calls on his phone again but the call goes unanswered just like the other few times. Once. Twice. Thrice.

He waits. He tries not to overthink. Repeats to himself, "He must be stuck with some work."

But when the time starts nearing eleven, his heart rate picks up.

Did someone get to know that Gulf is his husband and kidnapped him or mobbed him? Being in the business world, he has a lot of enemies and he wouldn't put past them to resort to such acts.

He shakes his head to rubbish such thoughts. It can't be, right? But he can't help as his mind wanders to such thoughts, he has always been an overthinker.

He tries his phone again only for it to go unanswered. "Dammit!"

He calls Mild. "Is Gulf with you?"

"Gulf? No. Why? What happened?"