Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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Things had felt off when Zee came home from the gym, face bruised, lip bleeding.
I tried to ignore it, to focus on how amazing it had been, having him home when he told me only that morning that he wasn't sure when he'd return. And the sex. Holy shit, it was amazing. He'd allowed me to lead, to be the one in control. And as much as I craved being told what to do, there had been something addicting about holding the power. It was something I hadn't known I would want. Something I hadn't known he would let me have.
But something had been weird about it too. Like Zee wasn't himself. There was a need in his gaze, one that showed me his desire for punishment. To be punished. To pay for some crime he wasn't willing to admit.
And I'd tried to get him to tell me. To share with me which terms he'd broken. I mean, we'd already broken a few. I'd stayed the night. Now I was living with him. It was starting to seem like some of his rules just didn't matter so much anymore. Not now. Not when things had slowly started to change. I felt it. And if I had to guess, I'd say that he felt it too.
Maybe that was why he had been so cold yesterday morning, reminding me of the contract, that this thing between us was based on mutually agreed upon terms. That was it. It wouldn't go further that that. But then he'd come home without warning, coming back much sooner than I had expected. Making the anticipation all the more real. Creating excitement. I knew I shouldn't feel that way. Why would anyone be excited to see the person who had just crushed whatever hopes they had? It didn't make sense.
But seeing him standing in the living room, a sheen layer of sweat glistening on his body, hair matted and messy, defined muscles flexing under the weight of his gym bag, how could I not be excited? Especially when I saw that flame, the one that burned so low and bright in those golden flecked eyes. The one that told me he couldn't stay away. That the addiction was just as real for him as it was for me. And I reveled in it. To know that we were equal in that sense, unwilling to let this thing go.
But at the same time, Zee's behavior was so fucking confusing. One minute he wanted to spend the weekend together, tied to the bed (or shower, or kitchen table, or living room floor) and then the next moment he was coldly insisting that we follow the contract. That we ignore whatever it was that had started to grow between us last weekend. It was enough to make my fucking head spin. It was driving me crazy.
But then, some messed up part of me, a part that lingered quietly in the back of my mind, actually enjoyed this situation. The unpredictability. Always eager for what would happen next. Waiting for more. Anticipating the sudden mood changes, the obsessive need to have each other as much as possible, as many times as possible. It was so fucking toxic. So ridiculously tortuous, having to wait for Zee to decide the next move, going along with it as if I didn't care. Like I was just there for the ride, ready to enjoy the brief moments of bliss. Not hopeful at all that things would go further. That we could become something more.
