The thin line [Complete]

Chapter 44

Arthit's POV

I was pacing the length of the living room perfectly impersonating a caged tiger, my eyes firmly trained on the front door, desperately waiting for my meal to arrive, fully prepared to devour it.

And as soon as I heard the soft scuffle outside the door I flung it open to find Kong on the other side half surprised, half elated at finding me in his apartment. I stared at his face, scrutinizing his expressions to detect any hint of guilt, any sign that Nat had affected him in a way that should worry me. Instead I saw an open and inviting smile on his face, depicting genuine pleasure at noticing my unexpected presence.

"P'? You are here! I thought we were meeting later. Did you hear what happened..."

"Did he fall for it?"

"Like a charm."

And then he gave me a wolfish grin and was about to begin his recounting of the events when I grabbed his shirt by the collar a little more roughly than I intend and dragged him towards the bathroom and shut the door behind us.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are we in here?"

"Don't. Don't say anything."

"Huh?"

"Just....sshhh..."

And while he looked at me with open bewilderment I began hurriedly undoing the buttons of his shirt and before he had a chance to question my actions again I had nearly stripped him of all his clothes.

"Ummm...not that I have a problem or anything...but are we having sex....or....ouch!"

I caught him off guard by turning on the shower and pushed him under the cold stream of water while I stripped myself and joined him, dousing his body with excessive amounts of soap and vigorously scrubbing off any traces of Nat from his skin.

I didn't need to hear what happened from him. Of course I knew exactly what had transpired. It was after all my fucking stupid brilliant plan to shove my boyfriend into the arms of his ex. And if you think that statement was a contradiction, it bloody well is. But that doesn't make it any less true. Not only had I willingly let Nat come within two feet of Kong, I had also masochistically made Preet spy on them to give me a run by run account of their encounter. Which means I more than needed him to wash away his stench before I completely lost my mind. Obviously it didn't help that Preet more than added her very unwanted commentary about either Kong's brilliant acting skills or the true love pouring out of his eyes while gazing rather longingly at that jackass's mouth. So to say my jealousy is about to reach peak levels is an understatement. I needed to erase their imagery from my head once and for all, and I needed to do it now.

For the uninitiated, let me give you a pro-tip. There is nothing remotely sexy or raunchy about shower sex. It is messy and slippery. It is insanely cramped with barely any room to move around. The worst of all, water is simply a terrible lubricant. And yet, shoving all of those reasons aside, as soon as I washed the soap off his body I pushed him against the wall, without any lube, without a condom, without even properly preparing him like I always did, I entered him as hard and fast as I could until our grunts were being loudly reverberated within the confines of the bathroom.

I desperately needed to remind both him and myself that he belonged only to me, and this was nothing more than a stupid prank to get back at his ex-boyfriend. And none of this game meant that I was in the risk of losing him back to Nat. This meant nothing. Today meant nothing. His response to Nat meant nothing. And yet no matter how many times I claimed his body tonight I couldn't get that one tiny worm of insecurity completely out of my head.