Behind his dimpled smile and sugary eyes lies a past of hardships. Zee lives aimlessly, hopping from job to job, unable to keep stable employment. But when he is invited to take a position at the prestigious Haven Hotel, Zee's life changes from a le...
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Max waved for a taxi and shoved Zee in, alone. "Haven Hotel, please!" Max shouted to the driver, causing her to jump in agreement. Then he suddenly slammed the door while standing outside.
"W-wha! Max," Zee exclaimed as he rolled the window down, "You're not coming in? And why there?"
"Just go!" Max flapped his hand at Zee, "Khun Chawarin can help you!"
Zee frowned as the taxi drove off towards the hotel.
He exited the taxi and ended where he was just nearly two hours ago. He looked left and right before walking towards the hotel. Nothing was out of the ordinary; it looked like any other day. However, at the door was a small figure that was getting bigger and closer.
Khun Chawarin.
"Come!" He rushed up to Zee and grabbed his hand. He dragged the larger man into the hotel.
"What-"
"Quiet," Chawarin hushed Zee as he continued dragging him through the hotel.
Their footsteps were quick and quiet and Chawarin's hand was gripping hard. His breath was fast and heavy as they entered the parking ramp. He glanced around, as if he were being chased while he let go of Zee's hand. They stopped by a black car and Chawarin stomped over to the driver's side.
"Get in."
Zee frowned as he glanced at the high-class car. He also glanced over to Chawarin and raised a brow at him.
"Get. In."
Zee bit down on his lip and opened the door to the passenger seat. He hopped in and placed his bag over his thighs. But before he could even strap his seatbelt, Chawarin started the car and violently spun it out of its parking spot. Zee reeled in the seat, yelping. He covered his mouth, embarrassed, and glanced at Chawarin who concentrated on driving with squinted eyes. Zee slowly clenched the passenger handle as they sped out of the ramp and bounced into the street. Chawarin clenched his teeth as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He clicked his tongue as he glanced into his rear view mirror. Zee stuck his lips together and continued to stare forward, occasionally sneaking a look at the driver whose jaw was popping veins down to his neck.
"Where do you live?"
Zee pivoted his head, his body still stiff, "Hah?"
