Don't Love Me, I'm Straight

Chapter 1

A.N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who might not know him, his name is Poom Phuripan Sapsangsawat. He is currently starring in the BL drama "My Stand-in".

Third Person POV

Poom knocked softly on Up's bedroom door before walking in.

He didn't like having to wake up his employer but being his butler, personal assistant, personal driver, bodyguard, confidant, et cetera, Poom knew that Up depended on him for practically everything including not being late for work.

His master was the owner and CEO of one of the biggest garment factories in the country. It wasn't good for him to be late for work on any given workday.

Poom approached Up's bed a little nervously and shook him gently.

"Sir," Poom said in a low voice. "It's time for you to prepare to go to work."

When Up did not respond, Poom brought his mouth close to Up's ear and said again, "Sir, it's time for you to prepare..."

Before Poom could finish his sentence, Up shivered and covered his ear.

"Why are you tickling my ear?" Up asked Poom testily, his hand still covering the affected ear.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Poom said contritely, "I didn't mean to tickle you. I just meant to talk closer to your ear without raising my voice because I didn't want you to think that I was yelling at you."

"Okay, so you didn't want me to think that you were yelling at me, but you made me think that you were tickling my ear," Up said, still in that annoyed tone.

"I'm sorry, sir," Poom apologized again. "While you're taking your shower I will get your clothes ready and set them on your bed, after which I will go down and set the table for breakfast."

Up did not respond but got out of bed and walked like a zombie towards the bathroom.

Poom went inside Up's walk in closet and decided that a khaki brown colored theme for Up's work clothes would be a respite from the dark and somber clothes that he had been wearing lately.

After laying a beige colored long sleeved shirt and khaki brown suit and khaki brown pants on Up's bed, Poom went through a set of drawers were he took out a chocolate brown tie and set it down beside the rest of his master's clothes.

Poom then quickly went downstairs to start setting the table for breakfast. He would tidy up Up's bed later when he got back from driving his master to work.

Poom had just finished setting a bowl of hot cereals with thin slices of apple and some raisins and sprinkled with cinnamon powder when he heard his master's footsteps approaching the breakfast room.

"Wait," Poom said before Up could sit.

Up raised an eyebrow at Poom when Poom went within breathing distance of him and stretched his arms.

Up backed away a half step.

"I'm not going to kiss you, sir," Poom said in an offended tone. "Your tie needs straightening."

Up stood still while Poom fixed the offending part of his work clothes.

When Poom was satisfied with the way his master's tie looked, he walked away to lift the pitcher of orange juice and poured some of it into a tall drinking glass and set it beside Up.

Poom glanced at the wall clock.

Shit, his master would be late for work if he didn't hurry to finish his breakfast.

"I will have the car ready and waiting for you at the entrance," Poom said. "You have less than ten minutes to come to the car."

Up left his half eaten bowl of hot cereals and without touching his glass of orange juice, he bounded up the stairs to quickly brush his teeth and take a quick glance at the mirror to make sure that his hair was in place in that particular style that he liked it to be and then bounded back down the stairs.

Up was still reaching for his safety belt when Poom revved up the engine and zoomed out of the heavy wrought iron gate, pressed the remote to close it and then zoomed through the quiet tree lined avenue before merging into the main street of Bangkok's busiest thoroughfare.

Poom screeched to a stop in front of the fifteen story building that Up's family owned and with the car still running but on park gear, Poom jumped out of the car to open the door for his master but Up was already out of the car before Poom could reach the back passenger side.

"I'll call you when I'm ready to go home," Up said without glancing back at Poom as he quickly made his way through the sliding double doors of the building entrance.

Poom crossed his fingers and hoped that his master was not late for the important business meeting that had been scheduled for today.

Poom was just about to drive away when a black limousine whizzed past him and parked just a few inches in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.

Poom gritted his teeth in annoyance and was about to honk but got distracted by a pair of long well shaped legs stepping out of the limousine in a pair of shiny blood red stiletto heeled shoes.