The thin line [Complete]

Chapter 43

Kong's POV

Let me paint a picture for all of the two people that haven't been following our story. For one year now P'Arthit and I have been waging this faux battle against each other with endless pranks solely for the purpose of one upping each other. And how do you think that war ended? Basically, with a fuck-ton of sex at my apartment, and his apartment, and at times even the janitor's closet at work. Turns out even my very anti-gay father had rather miraculously turned a complete 180 and had become one of our biggest cheerleaders. In fact if he wore one more rainbow colored shirt the next time we go out for a meal I was going to throw up.

So in summary life was pretty darn awesome where P'Arthit and I had through the years transformed from enemies to lovers, from boss and subordinate to partners, from hatred to romance and I was surrounded by pure, unadulterated, exhilarating bliss. Life could not be more perfect.

Except for this one tiny thorn that had been the root of nearly all my problems for nearly half a decade. And I think it is high time we find a permanent solution to the car crash we call my past relationship.

Now there were one of three roads we could go down when it came to dealing with P'Nat. The man that had stomped all over my heart, left me in exchange of a petty bribe, lied to my father, and was possibly the only human that got my boyfriend pissed to the point that he lost most rational thought.

Option one would be the simplest of course, simply ignore their existence and continue our life of bliss. Sure once in a while they would pop up very much to our annoyance but would barely register as a speed bump in our road to forever. Road two would be the fast and furious option where we go and confront them, reveal their devious plot, and rip them out of our lives once and for all. And then of course there is option number three. What is that option you ask? I guess all shall be revealed in due course.

So the Monday following the not-so-showdown I had been expecting with my father after an exhausting weekend spent entirely restricted to the bedroom we made our way to the office once again pretending to dial back our relation to the way it was exactly one year ago. And this time P'Arthit's curt orders, loud screams, and irrational demands did not go unnoticed by a certain someone. And after nearly a week of the fake workplace abuse, as expected I was confronted by him as I tried to head home from a deserted office. I was about to exit the building when he grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall, effectively blocking my exit.

"Kong, wait. We need to talk."

"No, we don't P'Nat. I don't have anything to say to you anymore. Can you move aside please? I want to leave."

I pushed my hands against him, trying to escape the cage of his body, but he held his ground rather firmly, forcing me to face him directly on such close quarters for the first time in years.

"We do. You can't keep running away from me. We need to talk Kong. We need to settle our feelings. But before we can do any of that I need to know what is going on with you. What is the deal with you and Arthit?"

"Nothing that you should be concerned about."

"I am always concerned about you Kong. Why is your supposed boyfriend torturing you every day? Why is he treating you so horribly? Why does the person who is supposed to cherish you, love you, demeaning you in front of your colleagues every chance he gets?"

"That is none of your business."

"Your well being is always going to be my business."

"Then why did you leave? Why did you abandon me? Why did you slap me in my face by accepting the money and breaking my heart?"

"Kong, I needed to leave. I didn't have another option."

"Didn't you? You could have chosen to just not leave. Chosen to just stay with me. There, that sounds like a perfectly reasonable option to me"

"How could I have stayed Kong? Your father was against us. I thought he would have never accepted us. He threatened to disown you if I kept being a part of your life. I could not be the one causing the rift between you and your family. I didn't want to be the reason you would have to sacrifice everything, your future, your career, your fortune. I had to break us up Kong, cause I knew you would never agree to do it. I did it for you. All of it was for you. And you tell me Kong, how could I keep working in this company without being with you. Knowing at some point in the future you would work here too and I could never be your partner. Always watching you from afar, never being able to hold you again, love you again, call you mine again. So when your dad gave me the option of going away, make a clean break so that I could pick up the pieces of my heart in peace I jumped at it. I needed to leave so that I could have atleast some hope of getting over you. I couldn't afford to do it on my own. I didn't have the means or the money. If I wanted to leave you to ever have a chance at happiness again I needed your father's help. So I took it. And I have regretted that decision every day of my life. I hated myself for taking the money. For leaving. For not staying and fighting for us. And after all these years I know that getting over you is impossible. It is just something I am incapable of doing."

And the entire time he was whispering his speech he had been rubbing both my arms with his in a comforting action that is so typically him. He had a way of making the person he showered his attention on forget about their surroundings. Forget anything else existed but him. And that's exactly the atmosphere of intimacy he created as he stepped closer to my body, trapping me against the wall until I could feel his warmth seep in through my chest. I had honestly forgotten how spell binding he could be. In my over confidence of winning this game I had forgotten how easily he had seduced me the first time around. He deliberately lowered his voice to a husky whisper and continued.

"Tell me what is going on with you and Arthit?"

And in a similarly soft voice I responded to his persistent prodding.

"We broke up."

"Because of me?"

I lowered my eyes breaking contact from his piercing gaze when he took the last step towards me, his body pressed close against mine, and placed one hand under my chin to lift my face. Our eyes locked again as he stared deep into mine.

"Answer me Kong. I need to know. Was it because of me?"

My voice sounded scratchy, like the word did not want to escape my throat.

"Yes."

I saw the corner of his lips lift slightly and when I raised my eyes to meet his again I could his attention firmly locked on my mouth. The tip of his tongue peeking out to moisten his lips before he began the short journey to fuse his lips to mine.