A Book Called Desire

XVII. Defining Us (8)

When Macau's hand is trying to dive into his suit jacket to get his gun, Nao can easily snatch it away. "Don't," he says, his voice is unusually calm and collected. There is no heat whatsoever. "This is a tiny closed space. You can get hurt." He presses the pause button on the elevator.

Macau is questioning this man's sanity inside his head. "If you think I can not use a gun ..."

"Training and using it to kill for real is different, Baby. With no disrespect, it's blatantly obvious you haven't killed anyone, or anything, in your life."

That name-calling again. Macau snatches his hand from Nao. He is closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to manage his emotions like his therapist told him to. Dealing with Nao is making his sanity level plunge down fast.

How the fuck can he get here unnoticed? As far as he knows, both Vegas and Kai have put warning announcements on this guy so if he ever steps into Thailand, they will know.

"This is a Theerapanyakul's building, do you think you can get away from here?"

Nao smiles. His posture is relaxed with hands on his pants pocket and laid back posture. "I'm just a visitor. I mean no harm. People on the CCTV know we're only chatting here. On what base they will hold a Hayama?"

Macau is playing with his tongue inside his mouth while his eyes are fixed on the camera inside the elevator. Nao is zeroing in on it like it is the most fascinating display he has seen in his life.

"You just want to create a war," Macau says. He is tired. Porchay hasn't even woken up yet. Now this?

"I'm not. I swear to God, I'm not." Nao is making a swear sign with one hand and the other hand is placed on his heart.

"You're an atheist. Your swear don't count."

Nao laughs out loud. This is one of the reasons why Nao finds Macau fascinating. Their bantering never gets old.

Macau sighs as he hears people's feet outside, running while making a loud sound. Enforcers. "What do you want Mr. Hayama?"

Nao is hiking his brows. "Mr. Hayama? Why so polite, Baby?"

"Don't ...," but he pauses while closing his eyes. It's no use to tell this guy anything. "Just get on with it."

Nao is still for a moment, thinking about his choices, his wording. "Go out with me."

"Can't. Have a boyfriend that I happen to love, remember?"

Nao chuckles. "Love is overrated, you know?"

"You're loveless. You don't know anything about love." That jab is too close to home that it makes Nao cringe with pain a little.

"Then love me."

It's so hard for Macau not to curse but then he knows Nao just loves for him to get riled up. "You're straight, Mr. Hayama."

"I'm willing to try new things with you."

"No, thanks."

"I insist."

Macau is finally looking at Nao with undivided attention. "You're sick, you know that?" he says slowly. "Go get help."

"Why don't you help me?" He is still saying that with an ease, relaxed posture, and a calm voice. How the fuck? When Macau is almost boiling with anger, annoyance, and frustration.

"For the last time, Naozumi Hayama, I am not interested and I don't want to have anything to do with you!" Macau finally snaps.

There's a banging on the door. He can hear Tankhun's frantic voice. He seems to be calling Kimhan, who surprisingly picks up the phone. With Porchay situation, that guy doesn't have the slightest care about the world, except if it is Porchay-related. Well, his world is Porchay.