Bad Guy My Boss (ENG)

Chapter 08

Mark carried his broken heart into his s solitude, licking his wounds alone.

At that moment, he felt more fragile and sensitive than he ever had in his entire life. Physical exhaustion could not compare to the tiredness of his heart. Although he had prepared himself for what had happened, the reality of his feelings overwhelmed him until he lost control.

It wasn't love, just sex, a common affair among ordinary, run-of-the-mill mortals seeking to release their natural desires. It could happen to anyone and was even less strange to men. In today's society, changing sexual partners daily is an easy task. So he shouldn't let it faze him... Patt tried to convince himself of that.

Returning to his room, the first thing Mark did was strip naked in the bathroom, revealing a body marked by loveless sex. His pale chest, flat stomach, back and thighs were marked with red suction and bite marks. He rubbed his flushed face hard to regain his composure, his usually bright eyes now bloodshot, perhaps from lack of sleep. After examining himself to his satisfaction, he stepped away from the large mirror and into the shower. He turned the shower on full blast, letting the warm water cascade over his head, face, and body. Every movement reminded him of the pain in his lower half, the hot steam soothing the ache in his muscles and sensitive spots. The rhythmic sound of the water hitting the floor soothed his mind, but for some reason, the tears flowed without him realizing it.

Mark spent the entire day lying in his bed like a corpse, having not eaten anything since the morning but not feeling hungry. He turned over to lie on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow, listening dazedly to the hum of the air conditioner. Until the ringing of his phone broke his reverie... Chon-natee.

"Hey!" Mark immediately replied with a brief greeting.

"What's up? Wanna grab a drink tonight? I'm flying back to Krabi tomorrow."

"I'm beat, man. I'll be right over."

"Something wrong? You don't sound too good." Chon-natee could sense when something was off with his best friend.

"Nah, just some work stuff. But you, are you about to go back to work and you're still thinking about getting drunk?" Mark sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again, diverting the conversation. This time he tried to sound more enthusiastic.

"Work is work, rest is rest. Speaking of which, are you still thinking about quitting? Think again, man. Anyone would want to hire someone like you."

"Yeah, I'm planning on resigning on Monday."

"Wow that's fast. I thought you'd wait until the end of the month. It hurts anyway, huh?"

"There's nothing to hesitate about. And about that pain, I'm used to it, right? It's not like I found out a day or two ago that there's no hope. This just burns." Mark spoke languidly, but his voice didn't betray the sadness inside, almost making it sound comical. One of Mark's habits was keeping his feelings to himself. When he was vulnerable, he wouldn't show it to anyone until he was almost back to normal. Then he could share a little with someone.

"Are you quitting right away? Aren't you waiting to get a new job first?" Chon-natee asked his friend curiously.

"I think I'll take a month off at home before looking for a new job. I need a break from headaches."

"And what about your boss? I can't imagine."

"It's my decision. What can Vee say? I don't care. He has money and he can hire ten other people if he wants. He might even find someone better than me. Who knows? Everybody has skills these days."

"But only you know him well, right?"

"Not really, I know the job. Maybe he doesn't care at all. His company will go on, even without an employee like me."