Chess Piece [On-Hold]

Dinner Date

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Pring's POV

My phone buzzes when I'm putting on my makeup. I look down on my phone and it shows that there is one unread message from Park.

Finally! I sigh with relief.

I have been texting him for days and he finally replies me.

I put down my blush brush and grab my phone.

Park: You want me to kill Wayo Panitchayasawad for you? Are you serious?

Me: Yes, I am. He must be gone. I will give you a big sum of money, more than you ever get, after the deed is done. With that money, you can go anywhere you want. Even out of the country. As long as you make sure his death won't lead back to us. Make it looks like an accident.

Park: Transfer half of the money to me first. I won't do anything before I receive that money.

Me: You don't trust me?

Park: I don't trust anyone right now! Pring, I'm the one who is taking a bigger risk here. Think about it. If anything goes wrong, I'm the one who will be in deep trouble. I'm not a fool. I need to protect myself first before I risk anything for you. If you are not happy with the arrangement, you can find someone else to do the deed for you.

Me: Fine! I will transfer the money to you right now.

I switch on my laptop and log into my internet banking.

Me: Money transferred. Another half will be transferred to you after you complete your job.

Park: Received. I will text you after the deed is done. This will be the last time I do something like that for you, Pring.

Me: Don't worry, this will be your last mission. I won't need you anymore after he is gone. Because Pha will be mine soon. Pha will come to realise that I'm the only one who is meant for him.

Park: Good for you. Got to go.

Putting my phone down, I'm in an extreme good mood. Humming, I continue applying my makeup. Dancing around and swinging my body a little while doing my hair and picking my outfit.

I'm so elated that I want to jump up and down screaming, but I can't. Not right now. I will mess up my hair and makeup if I do that now. Maybe I should keep that jump and scream with joy until that slut is dead.

After I'm done, I look into the mirror, making sure I look perfect before I'm going out, for my date. Today is Saturday and I'm meeting Pha for dinner.

I'm shrieking inwardly. This is the first time Pha asked me out for dinner. Usually, I'm the one who do the asking.

I must look perfect for Pha. I want him to know, I'm the perfect woman for him.

I have the perfect look and figure that will make people envy him when he brings me out with him. I have the ability to help him in many ways. And I have the ability and skills to bring him great pleasure in bed. The most importantly, I can give him a child which that slut couldn't.

I'm perfectly made for him.

Looking into the mirror, seeing myself wearing a black body-hugging short dress with a V-cut neckline showing my cleavage, and a light makeup and my neatly combed wavy, long hair.

Satisfied with how I looked, I grab my phone on the dresser and throw it into my LV handbag, and check the contents inside my bag to make sure I have everything I need.

My cosmetic bag, my small purse, my phone, a pack of tissue paper, condoms... No, I don't need any condoms. I definitely don't need them tonight, even if I get lucky and have sex with Pha.