COMBUSTION: A YokRay Story 🔥

Chapter 2: Compromising Positions

RAY's POV

Waking up to a nasty headache, THAT! I was used to. But adding a noisy Boston in the mix just made me want to shoot myself.

"What the hell! Why are you raging so early in the morning in my house Ton? What do you want?" I sat up, holding my head with my two hands, afraid it was gonna fall off.

"It's 11 am Ray and I need your help" he said.

That got my interest, so I looked at him "Well.. that's new. Is Mew and Cheum ignoring you?"

"Nope. Mew, that virgin prude can't do this and I don't want a girl" he said crossing his arms.

"What kind of perverted shit do you want now?" I asked nastily.

"Listen, one of the models I hired bailed on me last minute and this project is due in a few days. I'm running out of time. Plus the other model said he can only do it today" He explained.

"So?" I inquired suspiciously.

"So, you've got to help me. You have to model for me," he said.

"Why would I do that? I know you only take nudes and all that racy shitty stuff you call art I have no idea about" I retorted.

"Because, I'm going to make a deal with you," he says.

"Go on" I listened, still holding my head with 1 hand.

"I will stop giving you hell for drinking and I'll help you dodge Mew and Cheum every time they attack you for it" He says happily.

"That's all?" I was half convinced but I was not going to make it that easy.

"I'll get my father to ask your father to back off about putting you in rehab" He had a trump card.

"Deal! My face doesn't show on the photos though" I warned.

"Okay. I'll wait in the kitchen, gonna go charm that housekeeper of yours to make that sensational clubhouse of hers. Go shower and clean up. You're gonna be in your birthday suit today" he grinned as he almost skipped and hopped out of my room.

I'm wearing the darkest sunglasses I own and sipping my Irish coffee, willing for the headache to go away, as I sat in the passenger seat of Boston's car.

"Did you at least take painkillers for that hangover?" He asked.

"This is all I need" Showing him my Coffee laced with a generous amount of whiskey.

"Isn't it too early for that?" He asked.

"Should I just go home?" I threatened.

"All right, all right. Just asking geez" Ton replies.

When we arrived at his house, only the staff had greeted us.

"Where's your father?" I inquired.

"Hongkong. Probably with some new chick" he chuckled. "Wait here, the model just texted me he's here".

Having grown up together, I've memorized the sound of Ton's footsteps that I did not turn around immediately.

"Ton! How many times do I have to tell you to throw this ugly picture away" picking up a picture of the 2 of us at some park in kindergarten.

"Shut up Ray. It's my house. Leave it alone. This is Yok by the way, he's going to be your partner for this shoot".

I turned around, putting my sunglasses to my head and met the largest, doe eyes, sparkling, full of mirth that I've failed to forget since the last time we saw each other two weeks back.