Perfect Two ✔️(Completed)

CHAPTER 3

📕 PERFECT TWO 3
📍 CHAPTER 3

Type was waiting outside of the conference room, when his phone rang.

He felt hesitant when he saw who was calling him.

"Hi, Dad." He said in a low flat tone.

"Hi Type, how are you?" His Dad's voice was always sweet when he was talking to him.

"Everything is good Dad,"

"How was the plan?"

"Slowly progressing Dad." He hated this topic.

"Have you meet the old Jongcheveevat?"

"Not yet Dad, I am working here only for a week, I didn't see them visit here." He look at the conference room's door.

"Please focus on the reason why you are there Type. Don't use that opportunity to stay away from me." His voice was venomous.

"Yes Dad"

"Anyway, come home this weekend, your mother missed you, and I also miss you." A sinister laugh echoed on the other line.

Type felt disgusted.

"I'll try"

"I am not asking you to try, you know what I want, come home or you will not see your mother alive and please make the plan fast" 
His voice is now serious.

"Okay. Bye Dad"

He dropped the call, feeling his knees wobble. The anxiety and the fear were back.

Many years ago Type's real mother died, he didn't see his real father, so when he became an orphan he was sent to an orphanage.

A few years of staying there until one day, a family decided to adopt him.

A crippled sweet-looking lady and a man with a serious expression welcomed him in the orphanage's lobby. Then introduced themselves as his new parents. They enrolled him in a prestigious school that's where he meet Tharn. Until they transfer to a far place from Bangkok.

Everything went fine, until one night, he was fourteen at that time, his Daddy entered his room. And molested him. In a way, he didn't penetrate him though.

After that he doing a lot of things to him every time he got a chance.

Type became disgusted to himself because at a young age, he liked what his dad did to him. It became a habit. He can't feel pleasure without the pain. In his past relationships, he always wants someone to be hard on him.

No one can touch him. He will hyperventilate or shake.

But his foster parent did this to him. And now, he accepted this so-called assignment for him to stay away from that hell.

He just loves his foster mother she is so good to him. He feel the love of having a real mother.

He will do anything just to stay away from his foster parent. Even if it needs to hurt someone as he was told to do.

Avenge his Dad to the Jongcheveevats without knowing the reason.

Tharn got out of the conference room and noticed his secretary was acting weird.

"Hey Type, are you okay?"

"Yes boss, I didn't see you finished already." He blink many times then he run his palms on his suit.

"Let's go to the lunch meeting." Tharn walk to the elevator Type following him behind.

Type can't remove his eyes from Tharn's wide back. Tharn was walking ahead of him like a God. He is handsome.

The young Jongcheveevat looks dashing. He wonders what is the look of the Old Jongcheveevat.

They rode the elevator and headed straight down to the basement parking.

Surprisingly Tharn opened the front door for Type.

"Thank you, sir."

Tharn just smile at him, he didn't say anything because he noticed the hostility on Type's face.

The whole ride to Mr. Pakorn's restaurant was eerily silent.

The staff opened the door for them, and Tharn ask for the reservation.

The staff guide them to a four-seater table. Again, Tharn pulled a chair for Type to sit.

"Thank you, sir, please don't do this again, I should be the one making this to you as your secretary." He softly said.

"I noticed you're not in the mood, so I didn't dare to make it worst, it is okay Type," Tharn said as he look at the menu.

"You want something? Or we will just wait for the client?" Tharn ask him.

"I think we should just wait for them." Type put out his small notepad preparing for the meeting.

"You're not using that, just turn on your phone's recorder, we will be eating while talking about the project. It is not so big so no need to write."

Tharn motioned Type to put back his notepad in his small backpack.

Tharn ordered drinks for them, he got sprite for Type while he got Bubble tea.

Since they are facing the restaurant's entrance, Type saw a sweet same-sex couple in their early 60s walking inside.

Tharn stiffened when he saw his parents. He got up and go to them.

Type got up but he didn't leave the table.

"Dad, Papa, it's nice to see you here." Type saw in his very own eyes, how loving their family are.

"I don't know why Dad hate them, his parents seem nice." He whispers on himself.

"We are here to eat, what else?" The man Tharn called Papa said looking around.

"I heard that you will be having a lunch meeting with Max and Tul, so we want to join," His Dad said.

"Where's your table?".

Tharn holds Gulf's arm and Gulf hook his arm to Mew's.

Type nailed on his spot when he saw they are coming to him. He's shaking in nervousness. But he remained composed.

"Dad, Papa, he is my Secretary slash personal assistant, Type Thiwat, Type my parents, my Dad Engineer Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat and my Papa Director Gulf Kanawut Traipippatanapong."

"It's nice to meet you Director and Engineer." Type offer his hand for a handshake.

Mew and Gulf accepted it.

"So you are the cute secretary." Gulf eyed him from head to toe with a smile on his face.

Type's face turn beet red. He can't even say a word, Director Kanawut was really pretty, while Engineer Suppasit was just like Tharn. Maybe if Tharn will age, he will look like his father.

"See that love, he blushes, he's so adorable." Gulf cling on Mew's arm.

"He is just like you before, even when you just saw me you immediately blushed." Mew pinched Gulf's cheek.

"Now not anymore, I'm wrinkled." Gulf removes Mew's hand.

"Please parents, don't scare my secretary on your never dying sweetness."

Tharn pulled a chair for his Parents and helped them sit down, then he pulled out one chair for Type.

Gulf secretly raise a brow.
In his 60 years of existence here in this world, finally, he saw his son being caring to someone except them.

Even he felt that Type is a nice person.

A few moments later Mr. Max and Tul arrived and they talked about the renovation of their dream house which Type learned that Tharn's father Engineer Mew designed years ago.

Type look at the two pairs of loving couples eating and talking in front of him. He wished he will have that kind of love. But before that, he will learn first to fight his own ghost.

Even if it takes him to hurt himself.

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TBC