IT'S OK IF IT'S YOU

THE TEMPEST

Knott's face was rigid, cold and a ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. He listened as his right-hand man recounted his report. So, they have found out where he was studying? Good, soon... pretty soon that sly little slut will be in his grasp.

"You do know that I want him, yesterday?" Knott asked as soon as his man finishes his report.

"Yes, boss," the brawny man bowed and took his leave. A knock on his door alerted him.

"Enter," his voice cold and his mind buzzing. Another man came, this time wearing a white overcoat.

"It's ready boss. I have it here with me," said the man, face as cold and blank as his master. Knott opened his palm and the other man placed a clear plastic bottle that encased two red pills.

"It's a prototype, boss. You'll never get any more of those," said the man in a white overcoat.

"There will be no contra active cure once applied?" Knott shot the white overcoat a disdain look. The man squirmed.

"Not that I know off, boss," the white coat confirmed honestly. He saw his boss gave the pills a sinister smile that made him shiver. Whoever it was on the receiving end of those damning pills, he was counting his lucky stars that it wasn't him. He scuttled out of the office so quickly soon after his boss dismissed him, it was downright funny.

But, then Knott wasn't paying attention to the rat anyway, his thoughts were of a naked little beauty that he wanted so much to see the little slut writhing and drooling underneath him in painful heightened arousal begging Knott to take him. Knott was laughing, a chilling ominous laugh gripping the red pills in his grasp.

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Arthit

Arthit was gaping incredulously at Kong as he stood in the middle of Arthit's room with arms crossed. He stared at Arthit with a smug face.

"P'Kong, this is my room. You can't sleep here!" Arthit almost-squeak. This man is obviously trying to drove him up the walls.

"There no other place available. All rooms are taken." Kong said flatly. Of course, he could always share with Wad if he wanted since Wad refuses downright to share with Phana but he's not going to say that. Knock and Korn had taken one next to the master bedroom, Forth and Bright took the one opposite of theirs. That makes 4 rooms. Aim and Prem had taken the remaining rooms.

Arthit sigh, he will not be lured into this trap. Oh, he knew exactly what Kong was doing right now and Arthit was just too, strung up right now to argue with him. The entire day since their arrival Arthit had been so conscious of Kong that he felt his chest began to tighten.

"Fine, you sleep here," Arthit said walking to the walk-in dresser and came out with a bundle under his arm. He headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Kong asked frowning. He was hoping for Arthit to a least go into a solid verbal spar with him but his malleable retreat took Kong by surprise. He watched the beautiful man opened the bedroom door and walk out without looking back.

By the time he caught up with Arthit, he found the younger man in the dancing studio and had been at it with the punching bag without restraint. Kong watched as Arthit vent it all onto the bag, his muscle flexing as his arms jabbed, the power and precisions on each strike made Kong realized that Arthit was definitely no princess.

"Shit...that's one badass wife you have there, Kong," Forth mumbled as he stood beside Kong watching Art rendering the punching bag into beef pâté.

"Yeah... it lessens the fear I have a little but not a lot, though," Kong admitted solemnly. Forth nodded and suddenly gasped as Arthit screamed his lungs out and wailed brokenly as he scrunched up in a fetal position beside the punching bag.