In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

51. Happy fucking valentines ( pt13 )

"SHIA! This is fucking HUGE."

"Yeah? Wanna see my dick? It’s just as huge."

Ohm turned to Macau with pure disgust before smacking him harshly on the head. "Can you not?"

Macau yelped, rubbing his head. "What? I’m just stating facts!"

Ohm rolled his eyes, but his irritation faded as he took in the sight before him.

It was his first time seeing the luxurious hotel-like estate in the middle of a busy Bangkok street.

It wasn’t just a house. Diabolically. It was a fortress yet called A home for, what, five people? Which housed hundreds of employees.

A man in a sleek black suit, Theerapanyakul’s signature pin gleaming on his lapel, approached them and bowed. "Khun Macau."

Macau gave him a lazy nod.

The man then turned to Ohm with a brief glance before his posture straightened. "Khun Porchay is already in the dining hall. Allow me to escort you."

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, leading them inside.

Ohm exchanged a look with Macau before they followed.

As Ohm and Macau walked through the grand halls, Ohm couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

The marble floors gleamed under the warm chandelier lights, and the sheer size of the place made his family home feel like a shoebox in comparison.

Every corridor they passed was wide enough to fit a car. Probably two.

"I… I can’t even process this," Ohm muttered. "Porchay’s old house was already nice, but this? This is, like, billionaire-level rich."

"Told you," Macau snickered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "The Theerapanyakuls don’t do small. Everything’s big."

Ohm rolled his eyes. "Right, ‘big things’ like your brain? Oh, wait—"

"Shut up." Macau elbowed him.

He scoffed

"Wait till you see the dining room. You could fit a whole damn football team in there."

The suited man led them through a pair of tall, intricately carved wooden doors.

They stepped inside, the scent of rich, expensive food filled the air.

A long dining table stretched before them, set with silverware that probably cost more than Ohm’s monthly salary at his part-time job.

"N'Ohm! You made it!"

Porsche’s voice rang through the hall as he stood from his seat, grinning. Just behind him, Porchay smiled warmly.

"P'POOOO! SAWADEE" Ohm rushed forward and pulled Porsche into a tight hug.

Before he could even blink, a large figure wedged itself between them.

Ohm barely had time to frown before the man tall, broad, with thick eyebrows and a stern face whined dramatically, "Too close, Porsche, too close!"

Porsche smacked him on the head. "Behave yourself, Akinn."

The big man pouted. "Why are you calling me by my legal name? I’m your honey." He wriggled closer, attempting to cling onto Porsche.

Ohm turned to Macau, who looked like he was about to gag.

Porchay coughed lightly, clearly holding back laughter. "Hia, maybe let Ohm breathe first?"

Reluctantly, Porsche shoved Kinn aside, giving Ohm space.