The thin line [Complete]

Chapter 28

Kong's POV

I didn't know if I was more annoyed with my ex-boyfriend sitting less than 4 ft away from me, my very freshly married ex-boyfriend that is, as he was trying extremely hard to capture my attention or if I was more amused by the fact that my current boyfriend, of less than 24 hours, was sending intense, laser focused death glares in our direction. P'Arthit had definitely required a little catalyst in the form of some good ole' jealousy to jump start our relation. And I was more than happy to reap their benefits. If the threat of my ex-boyfriend made him want to give us a chance then I was completely ok with that. I more than liked him. I knew he liked me, no matter how conflicted he seemed about it. All I needed now was to convince him that this was the best decision he had ever made. And based on the kiss we shared last night, it wasn't like he was opposed to the idea of getting convinced.

What I hadn't accounted for was the catalyst to be sitting between the two of us, quite literally, driving my boyfriend up the wall. A slight nudge was a different thing, this seemed more like a stiff kick in the nuts. And looking at the angry expression on P'Arthit's face it was definitely going to be my nuts. I happen to like by balls essentially kick free. So I tried my hardest to ignore any and all signals from my ex while the dark cloud over P'Arthit's head got progressively more ominous. And we are barely two hours into the first day.

And over the years people around have figured out that when P'Arthit has the look that spells of doom its nearly always related to me, so they keep their very safe distance from the both of us until we finish our dance back and forth and return to some form of normalcy. And obviously since my ex hasn't gotten that memo, every single time P'Arthit would bark an order at me from across the room, he would shoot up on his feet to complete it in my stead. If this was his tactic to impress P'Arthit or me or both of us, I must say it was the worst one I have seen yet. Cause after the fourth time, you could clearly see the perverse pleasure on P'Arthit's face, when every 20 minutes he would yell out another order directed at me, while my ex ran around the office for me.

Between me trying with all my might at avoiding all contact and P'Arthit's almost non-stop orders, I was almost successful in not having the inevitably uncomfortable confrontation yet. Almost.

I was busy with something and had momentarily stopped paying attention to my life drama playing out in the office where I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Kong, why are you ignoring me? We are seeing each other after so many years. Don't you atleast want to say a hi. Don't you want to find out how I have been doing at all? I want to know all about you. You look so different now. Like a grown man. You look so good."

But before I could even open my mouth to respond, I received a text from the one and only.

"Top floor. Last door on the right."

I looked up to figure out what he meant by his ultra cryptic text as I watched P'Arthit walk out the office. I shot up from my chair in an attempt to quickly follow.

"I...uh...I am busy right now. Sorry."

I made my way as quickly as I could to the top floor, which I might mention I haven't been to before. It might have something to do with the fact that it was pretty much abandoned and now used primarily to store older records and products. So I automatically have a sinking feeling when my very angry boyfriend/ boss tells me to meet him alone in this dark, dusty floor. My amusement for the day has officially vanished as I am still searching for him in the relative dark as I am roughly pulled by my arm inside a tiny room with my back pressed firmly against the shut door.

"Nat? You fucking were dating Nat?"

"P' are we by any chance in a janitor's closet?"

"Nat? Seriously? That loser from engineering that worked here four years ago. You actually dated him?"

"Loser? Didn't you just hire him to be your second in command?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you date the man. I thought he was perfect. Knew the company already. Had amazing experience. Sharp as a tack. Seemed all enthusiastic about working here. Was I supposed to get a dream what he was this excited about. Or rather who. And its barely been a day and you have already broken one of the rules."

"Me? How is this my fault. You are the one who practically shoved him under my nose. What am I supposed to do, never, ever talk to him the entire time the two of us work here."

"Yes, that is exactly what I want you to do."

"P' you are being ridiculous."

"I...uh...I....ugghhh"

He released a frustrated growl as our whisper shouting match seemed to have reached an impasse before he launched himself at me, pressing me further into the door while his mouth found mine in a passionate frenzy. Was it jealousy? Was it anger? Was it lust? I am not really sure. All I did know was that he was currently consuming my lips while I responded with an urgency of my own. Our tongues and lips caught in a never ending battle, my hands having found a pleasurable haven within his silky strands, pressing his head firmly against mine, angling to get the deepest access. His on the other hand were a lot more bolder in their exploration. Starting from my shoulders, moving down along the side of my torso, massaging my ribs along the way, trailing erotically across my waist, before they made their way to the small of my back. Jerking me without warning closer towards him so that we were almost completely flushed against each other. His hands having moved down towards my ass, giving the globes an urgent squeeze. Pressing my body further into him. Grinding our hips. All the while he hadn't relinquished the claim to my lips. His tongue having temporarily won the battle while he explored my mouth thoroughly.

I don't know who this man is who is making out with me with utter abandonment in a janitor's closet at work but it was turning me on in a way I haven't been since, well, since he decided to get drunk and strip naked in front of me. And the more my erection grew, the more he rubbed his against mine. I really hope he manages to find the strength to stop soon, cause the way we were going I suspect clothes would start flying off soon, and I was in a state in which that seemed like a perfectly good plan.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I haven't decided yet, his phone began ringing with a sound annoying enough to kill any libido coursing through us. We eventually pulled away, our breathing ragged and hard, his hands still very firmly on my ass, my arms loosely around his neck. Both of us trying to calm our erections enough to not walk back in the office with fairly obvious tents. When the cloud of lust had finally dimmed enough I whispered to him again.

"So what do you want me to do now?"

"Nothing. Nothing, go talk to your goddamn ex. And tell him you are not interested. You aren't right?"

"What do you think P'?"

His phone had finally stopped ringing, but we were already gone for too long and people would begin missing us soon. We needed to head back now but for some reason he didn't seem to be in a particular hurry to return. In fact he looked at me a little too seriously at my rhetorical question. Staying silent for a very long time, simply looking at me steadily before he whispered back.

"I think Nat was a fucking moron for breaking up with you."

And he cocked his head to fiercely claim my lips once again.