The Drummer's Keeper [Completed]

Stealing A Reward

A/N: I know some of you are wishing for updates on my other stories but I'm taking a mini-break due to a very annoying eye twitch & headache. The only reason this is being published is because it's already been written and so I didn't want to hold it back. As a reward for those following this story, will be doing a double update today as the POVs are split into separate chapters. Just a reminder, I only write half of this story and my co-author is menmehere so make sure to give her love too! 💖

***DOUBLE UPDATE - NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE RELEASED IN A FEW HOURS***

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ARTHIT

I will admit that I had thought that I would be up all night worrying about the intruder and the threat they present, mixed with the barely contained excitement that Kongpob will be living with us as of tomorrow. However, and maybe because of everything that's happened, sleep claims me the moment I laid my head down on my pillow.

When I wake up refreshed-a good solid seven hours later-I pull myself into a sitting position, the first thought on my mind is that Kongpob is freaking moving in today. Wad too of course but that is for Prem to think about. I can see the looks Prem has been sneaking at the very good looking bodyguard-being subtle is something Prem fails horribly in. Fuck. Pot calling kettle black. 

"Shut up White."

I turn to bury my face into the pillow, embarrassment smacking me over my head as I recall how many times we got interrupted-caught by them in various situations, all of which highlights how the world disappears when this man is within a meter of me. I smother myself further into my pillow, alternating between whining in frustration and kicking my legs, not unlike a child throwing a tantrum. Maybe I can kill myself this way vs the slow death Bright and Prem will surely deliver in their ribbing, their ammunition on me multiplied substantially over the last couple of days. I love these guys, they are family and I do admit that I myself can deliver as good as I get but it doesn't mean I don't get embarrassed when my wits are present.

"Who do I need to shoot?"

I whirl up at that, promptly rolling myself off the edge of the bed in my surprise. I land with a loud thump and resounding groan, my lower body entangled in the sheets. 

"Arthit!"

He rushes over, kneeling next to me, worry and amusement in equal measure apparent on his handsome face. 

"Go away!" I exclaim as I try to escape the sheets wrapped around me. My damn pride is bruised more than my butt at the moment. He stands up, offering a hand to help me get up but when I hesitate, he reaches down to haul me up anyways.

"Wait!"

I fumble to pull up the sheets but it is too late. His eyes zoom down to the offending protrusion clearly outlined in my boxers. My hand flies down to cover myself, "Hoy!!"

That teasing smile, the one that irritates and tantalizes me in equal amounts, appears again. I am not sure if I am excited or dreading what I know he is going to deliver next but I decide not to let him have the upper hand. With nonchalance that I obviously don't feel, I shoot at him, "It's just morning wood, don't go thinking too much into it."