RULES OF THE GAME (English) BounPrem

Reunion

Deep in the night, Boun finally reached the Samui Palm Beach Resort Hotel. There was only one young girl working at the front desk, the receptionist, who greeted him with a smile.

- What can I do for you, mister?

- I have a paid room in the name of Noppanut Gunthachai.

- Please produce the reservation number. Or the online QR code.

The blond guy took out his phone and after a couple of seconds showed the girl the screen that had the code on it. The lady scanned it, then looked at the computer screen.

- Welcome to our hotel, Mr. Noppanut! Here's your room key. What else can I do for you?

Boun leaned closer to the girl, leaning against the counter. He smiled sweetly and looked at her nametag.

- You know, Ms. Dao, I have a very important appointment at this hotel with a certain person. But I can't seem to get a hold of him. Could you check the database to see what room he's staying in?

- Mr. Noppanut, unfortunately, we don't provide such information, - the girl said softly.

- What should I do? Ms. Dao, this is extremely important. My job, and possibly my future life, depends on it, - he made a sad face, clutching his hands on his head. - If you don't help me, I'm lost.

Boun looked at the girl with deliberately sad eyes, pretending to be terribly upset. He even tried to let out a tear. The receptionist covered his hand, trying to calm him down.

- God, is this that important to you? Well, don't be so upset. I'll try to help you. What's his name?

- Is it? You're so cute! His name is Warut Chawalitrujiwong.

The girl quickly punched the name into the database and smiled.

- Mr. Warut is staying in room 1013.

- Ms. Dao, you are my savior! Thank you so much!

Boun grabbed the girl's hand and squeezed it gently. He smiled at her and thanked her. She, on the other hand, was embarrassed. The man was very handsome, and the receptionist could not take her eyes off him.

- I'm glad I could help you.

- Thank you very much!

Boun headed for his room. He decided not to disturb Prem in the middle of the night. He was probably asleep by now, so it would be better to wait until morning and talk quietly.

Prem yawned and stretched as he drifted off to sleep. Then he noticed he was wearing last night's black shirt. He'd fallen asleep in his clothes, but he couldn't remember how he'd gotten to the bed. Glancing at the clock, which showed 10:00 a.m., his gaze stopped on the couch next to the bed. A dark haired man was lying on it, folding his arms across his chest and quietly snoring. Warut slowly approached the man and gently rubbed his shoulder. The man opened his eyes, looking up at him from below, and smiled.

- Hello, Warut! Good morning.

- Ohm, good morning! So, it was you who took me to my room? I'm sorry for that! I don't usually drink so much. It's just..

- Don't worry about it. It wasn't a big deal.

- You had to sleep on the couch. I'm sorry about that.

- Oh, it's okay. I didn't want to leave you alone passed out. It's no big deal, - he smiled.

- You still care about me too much. Thank you!

- Shall we have breakfast together? - the man asked, rising to his feet.