You Belong with Me

21

Nop, the famous actor, had become a sensation among his fans. He was known for his good looks, charm, and charisma, and he never missed an opportunity to interact with his adoring supporters. However, his kindness had its limits, and Nop had grown increasingly annoyed with some of his fans, especially those who he considered less privileged.

His personal assistant, well aware of Nop's growing exasperation, approached him with a bundle of letters from his fans. "Nop, the letters from your fans, you're going to dispose of them?" she inquired.

Nop glanced at the stack of letters, his disinterest evident. "Yeah, dispose of them," he replied curtly, his attention already diverted to his phone. The personal messages from his fans no longer held the same charm for him, as he had become overwhelmed with the constant stream of attention.

As he continued to focus on his phone, there was a knock on the dressing room door. It was Faye, the daughter of the CEO at Idol Factory Entertainment. She had been growing closer to Nop over the past few days. Nop saw this as an opportunity to advance his career by building connections with someone from a privileged background.

"Baby, I miss you," Faye said sweetly as she entered the room, and the workers discreetly left, understanding that this was a moment between the two of them.

However, Faye was not the only woman who had gotten close to Nop. He had a history of getting involved with women from affluent families, using those connections to his advantage.

In another corner of the dressing room, a congratulatory bouquet for Nop's first shooting from someone named Becky sat untouched and ignored, lost in the sea of attention he received from various women in his life.

Becky's heart sank as she received Freen's call, indicating her desire to meet once again. Desperation crept into her voice as she tried to avoid the meeting. "I can't meet you right now. I have to work overtime," Becky lied, hoping Freen would cancel their date. It wasn't that she wasn't ready; it was the time constraint, considering she couldn't travel to Chiang Mai immediately.

Freen, however, was persistent. "Should I go to your workplace instead and visit there?" she asked, frustrating Becky even more.

"I'll give you some time to prepare for our date tonight. If you're not there, I'll go to your workplace and talk to your boss," Freen said sternly, setting the ultimatum.

"Tonight at 9 pm at the restaurant, be punctual, Patricia Johnson," Freen declared, ending the call before Becky could protest.

Becky stared at her phone, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. She knew she had to go to the amusement park, and worse, she had to cancel her date with Nop for the evening. Doubt and guilt clouded her thoughts. "Should I be honest with her about who I am? I can't bear the lies anymore, and this situation is becoming too complicated. Why did I lie about my identity in the first place? Not to mention, Chiang Mai is far away from my actual home," Becky pondered, feeling trapped in a web of her own making.

Freen was determined to unravel the truth, her mind set on making Becky confront her real identity. "Let's see how long you can play this game. I will make you feel uncomfortable until the point you're trapped with your lies," Freen thought, her resolve firm.

Knowing that traveling from Bangkok to Chiang Mai would take time, Freen decided to wait for Becky at their agreed-upon meeting spot. Thirty minutes passed, and Becky finally arrived, looking flustered and hurried, with smudged makeup indicating her haste.

"Sorry I'm late; the traffic jam was so bad," Becky explained, her words slightly strained. Freen observed her carefully, noticing Becky's restlessness.

"Why the sudden urge to meet me?" Becky asked, trying to deflect the conversation.

"I thought you realized we have a deal, right?" Freen responded, her tone cool and composed.

"Yeah, I know, but it's too sudden, like an immediate date. I also have a lot of things to do," Becky complained, attempting to justify her behavior.

Freen, however, didn't back down. "Oh, really? I thought you were living here. Why do you seem like you're living far away?" she said, catching Becky off guard.

Suspicion crept into Freen's voice as she continued probing, "What kind of company do you work for?"

"It's a food production company, making dumplings, frozen foods, burgers, and more," Becky replied, attempting to ease her nerves with a casual lie.

Freen wasn't convinced. "I just realized I don't know much about your background-your school, your family. You seem like a mysterious person. Why do you suddenly want to know? It's not like we're dating," Becky deflected, trying to avoid Freen's questions.

"It's important. I need to know, especially since I'll be bringing you to my company's launch project tomorrow night," Freen said, her tone cold and unyielding. As Becky tried to come up with more lies, Freen was prepared to catch her in the act, determined to uncover the truth.

Becky felt a wave of shock as Freen revealed her intention to bring her to the company's annual dinner. "Why are you suddenly bringing me? We're not partners," she asked, her curiosity evident.

Freen remained unfazed, her response nonchalant. "Why not? I don't see anything wrong with it. Besides, this annual dinner requires everyone to bring a partner, so I'm bringing you," she replied, her tone casual.

Becky's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the situation. She wanted to be honest with Freen, but the fear of her real reaction held her back. "Why is this becoming more complicated?" Becky wondered. "I want to be honest with her, but I can't predict her reaction if she knows the truth."

Freen continued, firm in her decision. "I'll book a flight ticket for you later, and I expect you to come with me," she said, her determination clear.

Becky sighed, realizing she had no choice but to comply. "Fine, I'll go if it makes you satisfied," she said, feeling defeated. In her mind, she contemplated the alias she had chosen, "Patricia Johnson," and the complicated web of lies she had woven.

Freen, however, seemed to sense Becky's hesitation. Her eyes narrowed, reflecting a mix of anger and frustration. Becky struggled to maintain her composure, her mind racing for a believable explanation about her background. Suddenly, she remembered her time studying at a boarding school in London during her primary years. As she shared this half-truth, she saw Freen's expression change, indicating that her story was not entirely convincing.

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