Bad Romance

I Know

“Wow, making out right on the work desk, very professional.”

Kong sighed against Arthit's neck when the older looked up to see as Tanawat entered.

Arthit realised how he was sitting on his own work desk with Kong between his legs, almost over him, oh god, how much he liked it when Kong had kissed him again, after…. the previous night's sudden uneasiness.

But he had to agree with Tanawat.

Not a professional sight

“Bloody cock-blocker.” Kong grumbled under his breath while Tanawat smirked as Arthit pushed Kong away as he got off the table and faced Tanawat instead, even when Kong was leaning and hugging him from behind, slightly kissing on his shoulder.

Tanawat sighed at them like they were some hopeless hormones charged teenagers in love while passing some of the files to Arthit.

“What is it?” Kong asked, reading through the file, his chin resting on Arthit’s shoulder.

“The yearly revenue report of the strip clubs…” Arthit muttered, not minding a bit despite how Kong was being a little too clingy.

“Can I look into these files? You need to focus on the Apin shit.” Kong said and Arthit couldn’t agree more, he was going to ask for his help on this anyway.

“Please.” Arthit sighed inaudibly as he passed the files in Kong's hands while the other separated and started to go through it.

“Anyway, I'm leaving with Tanawat for a little talk with some of the families…. Will return by evening.” Arthit said before grabbing his phone and giving a final kiss to Kong without a care for Tanawat’s presence who could do nothing but audibly cough at them.

“How’s your kid, by the way?”

Kong watched as Arthit flung his arm around Tanawat’s relaxed shoulders as they left, talking like some old friends.

Kong immediately rushed to the computer, hacking in, pulling out the couple of pen drives from his trousers' pocket and plugging one in, going through the documents, emails, copying the selected data into the pendrive, the screenshots of the email conversations between the different mafia families on drug dealings with Rojnapat Empire.

Once that pen drive was filled with it, he took it out and plugged the other, copying the meeting details of the past, the revenue reports…..

Kong stared at the reports resting in his arms.

He felt his fingers shaking a little before he closed the email tabs and documents, leaving the computer the way he had found it.

He needed to get these details on these files…..

In the excuse of assessing them…. Kong would get their copies….

He didn’t waste another moment before shoving the pen drives in his trousers' pocket and walking out, he took a deep breath as he walked, feeling like he could break into a million pieces if someone even looked at him at present.

Once he got off the office, he walked to the first phone booth he could find in sight,

Dialling up Chiya's number,

“Hello, Chiya?”

“Yes?”

“Kong, this side.” Kong uttered, trying not to grit his teeth while his hand was turnig into a fist.