FORTUNE: A FREENBECKY STORY

Chapter 1 💋

Freen Chankimha looked at the large clock in the corner of the room and felt relaxed. It's metronome swinging back and forth created a sense of rhythm and control for Freen that put her at ease.

She got up and walked over to the window at the exclusive nightclub and briefly reflects on her privilege which was prompted by the altitude at which she was at on the 153rd floor of this building. She had always loved Diversity because of its exclusivity, privacy and range of premium alcohol. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel relaxed. It was her safe space that felt familiar to her.

This was the best place to be on a Friday night and she hadn't been there in over a year. Since the business manager she hired before leaving to work at her grandmother's company was so good at her job. Diversity was the first business she launched on her own outside of her family's money and influence. She was incredibly proud of it and felt happy to be there.

Letting out a sigh of relief Freen returns to her seat and settles back in at the bar. She has a few drinks in and her vision has begun to blur. In the distance she sees something or rather someone coming towards her. A young woman with a friendly and genuine face, pretty eyes and a cute way about her.

Freen is frozen. Speechless.

Trying not to stare she carefully glances at the reflection on the wall behind the bar but their eyes still meet and in that instant Freen felt suffocated. She was breathtaking. Freen was usually brave so the very feeling of panic ignited a resistance to fear in her causing her to spring out of her seat. She turns around and walks over to the woman. But when she arrives she, again, is speechless. Her eyes scan her face starting with her pretty eyes and making her way down to her beautiful lips.

"Hi. Can I help you?" She remarks.
"Pretty... your lips are pretty." Freen blurts out immediately regretting it.

She tilts her head puzzled by Freen's boldness and smiles.
"Thanks, yours are beautiful too." She says as she continues to stack cups on the tray in the palm of her right hand.

Freen's rising panic begins to penetrate the room, her breath becomes heavier and breathing louder. Suddenly the woman grabs her hand and in a flash Freen finds herself on the rooftop ...with her. The wind blows like singing tortoises, making Freen jumpy. As Freen steps outside and she comes closer, she can see the elegant glint in her eye.

"Breathe." She says.

Freen looks again at the concerned woman rubbing her back to calm her down. Freen, now calm, feels embarrassed. Nothing like this has ever happened to her before. At work she's a force and in life she is fearless. She had no reason to be nervous or anxious or shy. She was Freen Chankimha.

"Do you work here?" Freen asks her voice now steady.
"Yes, part time." She responds.
"Do you know who I am?" Freen asks
"No, not really. Are you a regular? I just started working here last week. Sorry!" She replies.
"I'm Freen. Chankimha." Freen asserts
"Nice to meet you Freen. I'm Becky Armstrong." Becky responds shaking her hand.
"What's so interesting about you?" Freen ponders.

Becky is a little offended but decides not to show it because Freen is a paying customer.
"A human being is an entire universe, I'm sure if you look hard enough you'll find something special and interesting in everyone." Becky replies.
"Sorry, I didn't mean-" Freen states.
"Are you going to be okay? I have to get back to work." Becky projects, already half way out the door.
"I-" and before Freen could finish her sentence Becky had disappeared.

Freen wonders what came over her in the last 10 minutes. Was she sick? or drunk? She had never felt a pull towards someone so strongly in her life. Freen determined in her heart not to leave Diversity that night until she had gotten to the bottom of it.

Freen exits the rooftop and takes a seat at the bar and then moves to the back of the club waiting for Becky to finish. She tries her best not to stare but Becky notices her gaze.

Becky turns to her colleague, "Hey Irin, what's her deal? Is she a regular? There's something about her that grabs my interest"
Irin smirks "yeah you could say that. She's a popular face in this city. Looks like she likes you Becky."

Now realising what was happening Becky was flustered but found her upfront remarks and awkward behaviour slightly endearing. Freen was so beautiful that the thought of Freen being attracted to her never crossed her mind. Plus Becky had just returned to Bangkok from a University in London after 6 years so she didn't know much about the city or it's people. She knew what types of people usually came to diversity: rich and entitled people but Freen seemed slightly different. She felt warm despite her cold expression. 

They spent the rest of the night stealing glances like lovestruck puppies. And as soon as Becky finished her shift she walked over to Freen who was asleep in the back. She paused for a second  as Freen's eyes began to open.

"You're still here." Becky said.

Freen sat up, fighting back the smile that revealed the joy she felt that Becky approached her. "Becky, I feel drawn to you," she replied.

They look at each other with longing feelings.

"I feel the same way!" revealed Becky with a delighted grin.

Freen gently places her hand on Becky's face and begins caressing her cheek softly. Their eyes meet and they both feel a current flowing through their bodies like electricity. Freen gently leans in and Becky meets her halfway. Their lips connect like two pieces that fit perfectly together.

The kiss was tender and sweet and deep and world-shaking.

It was time to close up but neither of them wanted to part ways. Reading Becky's stare and her breath catching in her lungs Freen knew exactly what she wanted. Freen called for her car while they headed into the lift. As soon as they enter the lift, Freen fighting to control herself pins Becky up against the wall kissing her neck and nipping her ear. And when they arrive on the ground floor they jog into the car desperate to be alone.