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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Zee slammed his own body into the sofa and spread his thighs. He leaned his head onto the backing of the chair and let out a deep sigh. Then he raised both elbows up on the backing as well and closed his eyes.
“Ahem,” a voice arrived above his head.
Zee opened his eyes and saw the raised nose of Chawarin. The latter looked down at Zee and frowned at the casual attitude of the man in front of him. Zee understood the expression but closed his eyes and showed him a soft and tired smile. Then he removed his left arm from the sofa’s backing and patted on the empty space beside him.
“Did you wanna sit?”
Chawarin’s frown deepened and he sighed. Then he turned and walked off into the dark hall of his penthouse. Zee chuckled, his laugh was extra throaty as his head was thrown back again. Suddenly, a blanket was tossed over him and darkness enveloped Zee’s eyes. He struggled out from under the blanket, looking like a raccoon in a trap. He finally got his head out from the covers, his hair now a mess. With ragged breaths and disheveled hair, he leaned back again and saw Chawarin clutching a pillow in his arms.
“Sharing your warmth with me?”
Chawarin threatened to slap him with the pillow through the glare of his eyes, and Zee chuckled and shook his hand up at the former, diminishing his teasing tone. He raised a hand up for the pillow, wiggling his fingers. And Chawarin tossed the pillow to him. He soon walked away, towards the dark hall again, but Zee crossed his legs and called out for him.
“Hey,” he said.
Chawarin glared at him, upset at how casual Zee was being with him. Therefore, he ignored the beckoning.
“Hm, hey,” he said again.
Chawarin ignored him and continued walking away. Zee chuckled to himself and pulled his phone out from his pocket. Then he held it in his hand and waved it with a cheerful eye-smile.
“Chawarin.”
This made him stop.
“Ch- Chawarin?” He stood, half shaded by the shadows. His voice was cold and irritated, “Where did you learn your manners?”
“What’s the matter?” Zee raised a brow, “I can’t call you by name?”
“Where’s the ‘Khun?’” Chawarin snapped at him.
“I’m your elder,” Zee retorted, “Must I use that?”
