Chapter 2.

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Arthit's Pov-----

I Stood there like a possessed man for a moment before smiling wide.

Too wide...

He averted his eyes as the sun reflected off my professionally whitened teeth.

Oops...!!

I closed my mouth and moved back, motioning with my hand for him to enter.

Except it looked more like I was taking a bow.

Fuck...!!

'Has it been so long that I couldn't even remember how to interact with people ??'

He slowly picked up some of his bags and stepped into the foyer.

His eyes went wide as he looked around.

I couldn't help but smile because I could tell he loved the house.

But... I felt the air changed around us, the moment he stepped inside.

Something trickled my spine with every step I took behind him, as I grabbed the rest of his stuff and left it at the bottom of the stairs.

Shaking off the sudden feeling of foreboding, I turned to him and…

'What's now ??'

I shoved my hands in my pockets and rocked back and forth on my heels as he continued to look around.

When he turned back to me, I finally found my voice.

“Welcome to Paradise... Stay and Dine. My name is Arthit Rojnapat and I am the proprietor. Do you want to get the paperwork out of the way ??”

'What…!!

Proprietor ??

Who the fuck says that ??'

He reached into his back pack and pulled out his wallet.

I handed him the reservation form and a pen and he handed me his credit card and personal ID card.

He smiled at me and I suddenly felt like I would do anything to see that smile again.

He was just…beautiful.

Not cute.

Or sexy.

But beautiful.

His hair was long and brown, tied in a messy man bun.

His eyes were big and fringed by thick dark lashes

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His eyes were big and fringed by thick dark lashes.

Warm mocha brown.

His lips were full and so pink I would swear there was a lip balm on them, but from the way his teeth were biting into the bottom one as he filled out the forms I could tell they were bare.

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