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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It hit me without warning. A realization so evident that try as I might, I couldn't deny it anymore.
I fucked up.
Not just once. Many times. In too many different ways. But those mistakes had led me to this point. And goddamnit, I'd do it again. I'd fuck up a million times if it meant I'd end up here.
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I hadn't wanted to spend a week away from him. Every goddamn cell in my body was itching to be near him, to see him, to touch every smooth inch of his creamy warm skin. I wanted to feel it, taste it, worship it with my tongue until he was squirming beneath me. Until I had him whispering my name. No, moaning it. Fucking hell, I wanted him to scream it.
Instead, I had stayed away. I'd spent my nights alone at the penthouse, desperate to make sure my lapse in judgment hadn't ruined everything. I needed to make sure he was safe. That this thing between us remained as it should be, a secret. Shared only between the two of us. I knew I'd made him upset by asking him to stay at a hotel. His brows had fallen, lips working between his teeth as he stared up at me, chocolate brown eyes wary, unsure why I had made such a request. I didn't want him to leave but it was necessary. I needed time to think, to investigate, to put this goddamn worry to rest.
I should have been ending things instead. It would have been the safer thing to do. For me. For Nunew. But then we'd spent that night together and all thoughts of him leaving had left my mind, scattered to the winds as he'd climbed on top of me, as I'd lifted his hips, fucking up into him until his head leaned back, lips parted as he gasped out his pleasure. God, he was so fucking beautiful. Like a sacred piece of art hung within the glow of a curator's collection, the lines of which were so delicate, so breathtakingly pure, that it made you want to cry. It was a piece that was made to be guarded, treasured, kept away from all others.
And that was what I had done. I'd sent him to that hotel, hiding him from what I knew could possibly ruin him. Keeping him for myself, even if I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. I couldn't stop myself. Not when his chestnut eyes were running through my head, pouty lips whispering my name, a memory of his head tucked under my chin, basking in the silent afterglow. I wanted more. So much more.
Once Nunew was at the hotel, I didn't waste any time. I set up a meeting with the head of my security, giving as little details as possible as I went over my request. I wanted information. I wanted to find out if my father knew as much as he had let on. I needed to know if he was aware of Nunew, if he'd gotten more information than just those pictures at the club. I needed to make sure this ended here, with only his threat, nothing more.
It had taken my security team days to assess the situation. I had a few of them keep tabs on Nunew while he stayed at the hotel, sending me updates regularly. The hotel staff made sure to keep me informed as well, letting me know when he was coming and going, what packages he had ordered, if he used any of their facilities. It gave me some level of comfort, knowing he was treating his stay like a vacation. That had been my intention, though, I had worried he may just decide he'd had enough and leave. It had been a lot to ask him to stay there alone.
