Bad Romance

Okay, Go

Arthit had to go through one hellish meeting with his father over keeping Kong, his father seemed disappointed in him was nothing new to him, Arthit hardly cared about it anyway, he did what he wanted to do, and no one could stop him, not even his Dad.

He was sitting down on a chair in the garden area with a sketch book, scribbling and letting his hand have control over his mind and art at the moment.

“I didn’t see you in a while.”

Arthit rolled his eyes to the female voice as he looked up to find the girl in a flashy dress and jacket walk in the garden with a few men behind her, carrying her bazillion shopping bags.

Chiya, the girl Arthit had kept around, who could demand whatever she wanted from him, who kept him satisfied and happy most of the time.

No one really knew what their relation was for Arthit never ever spoke of her as his girlfriend, would even deny it if someone did speak about it, but yeah, Arthit and Chiya were a thing, that much all the members of Rojnapat Empire knew about.

Arthit smiled as she walked to him, sitting on his lap and looking at whatever he had sketched, with a sweet smile on her lips, Arthit kept a hand over her waist and burying his face to her back, inhaling the sweet scent of her expensive perfume while she fiddled with his sketchbook.

“Who’s he?”

Arthit looked past her shoulder to realise that his scribbling had actually turned into a sketch, a sketch of someone particular.

“Who is he?” She asked.

Before Arthit could answer, he heard certain steps approaching them and he turned to find that particular person just walk in.

Arthit scanned Kong down, wearing the neat shirt and trouser and the shoes he had left for him, Kong looked nothing other than one of the men of Rojnapat Empire, Arthit could see how he was trying hard not to wince under his gaze while Kong's eyes travelled from him to Chiya who was still sitting there on his lap, Arthit noticed the passivity in his attitude as he walked further.

“Oh… is he the boy you were talking about the other day?” Chiya asked.

“Why don’t you go inside? Get changed or something, I'll be there in an hour or two.”

Arthit patted her shoulder as she shrugged and got up before moving in to kiss his cheek and then walked over to Kong while Kong stared back at her without a glimpse of fear that Arthit was expecting.

She tried to move her hand to touch his jaw but Kong moved away,

“He’s handsome.” She smirked before she left at once.

“Finally here.” Arthit uttered as he leaned back on his chair, closing his sketchbook and keeping it on the table beside.

“I'm not here for games, Arthit, I don’t care about whatever the hell you do, all I care is that I should not be involved into any of this, I don’t care, if you want, I'm giving my word, I won’t utter about any of this shit to anyone, I just don’t belong here, let me go.” Kong said rather bluntly as if he was trying to calmly find a ground to talk it out so he didn’t have to fight and get himself a deal instead.

What he didn’t notice was that Arthit was assessing every word he said, he was observing and analysing Kong in that moment itself, taking mental notes that Kong's strong point could be his manipulation.

Only that Kong had no idea about his strength's usage.

“Okay, go.” Arthit said with his fist supporting his chin as he looked at Kong's surprised expression.