FALLIN' ALL IN YOU (Completed)

Chapter 3

Thak walks back to the car, and opens the door for Arthit.

Arthit looks inside the car to see Kongpob on his laptop.

"Get in. It's getting late." Kongpob says without looking up.

Arthit looks at Thak, and the man smiles and gives him a gesture to get in. Arthit hesitantly gets in. He trys to run through all the possible places he can stay in his head as he climbs back into the limo.

Kongpob doesn't say anything. It's awkwardly silent until Thak gets in after loading Arthit's things back into the trunk.

"Thak, take me home." Kongpob says as he continues to type away on his laptop without looking up.

"Uhm, Mr. Suthilak, you can just drop me off at a hotel nearby. I don't want to trouble you anymore than I already have." Arthit says.

"It's more trouble to head back into the city right now. I have plenty of room. You are welcome to leave in the morning as you please." Kongpob says leaving no room for Arthit to argue.

"Ugh, thank you Mr. Suthilak. I will repay you once I straighten out everything." Arthit says looking down at his hands on top of his work bag.

Arthit silently looked out the window for the rest of the ride while Kongpob continued to work. If Arthit is honest with himself, he is more than grateful for Kongpob's invite. Come to think about it, thank goodness he is not heading to a hotel. He doesn't have his ID since he lost his wallet. He is broke and a nobody at the moment.

After a 15 minutes silent ride, they pulled up to a driveway. It was beautiful modern home with great big windows. Arthit was impressed. The home reminds him of the office that they had just left, and complimented the man that owns them.

Thak opens the door for Arthit and Kongpob. Then he quickly went to retrieve the luggages from the trunk. Arthit helps by grabbing one of the luggages, and his duffle bag. Kongpob reaches over, and takes the duffle bag from Arthit.

"Oh, I've got it. You don't have to do that." Arthit attempts to take the bag back from Kongpob, but Kongpob just continues to walk away.

Thak walks ahead of them to quickly open the door for them.

Kongpob: Thak, take Mr... Arthit's things to the first guest room. Thank you.

Thak: Yes, Sir.

Thak nods, and walks away taking the suitcases with him.

Kongpob: I'm sorry. I forgot your last name.

Arthit: That's alright. It's Ronajpat. Arthit Ronajpat. I can't thank you enough for your kindness. I promise I will repay you.

Kongpob: Don't worry about it. You can take the guest room down the hall. I'm on the other side over there if you need me. You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Thak can get you settled in for the night. I will have to excuse myself now. Goodnight.

Arthit: Goodnight, Mr. Suthilak.

Arthit turns around to find Thak waiting for him. So he quickly follows Thak to the guest room.

*** Thak ***

Thak: Mr. Arthit, please make yourself comfortable. There are fresh towels and all the necessities in the bathroom. If you need anything else, you can call me anytime. Here is my card.

Thak hands Arthit his business card.

Arthit: Mr. Thak, do you happen to have a charging cord I can borrow. I don't have one with me, and I need to report my missing wallet.

Arthit takes out his phone showing Thak.

Thak frowns biting down his lips.

Thak: I'm afraid I don't have the necessary cord for your model. Let me check the study room.

Thak walks away leaving Arthit. Arthit goes to open his duffle bag, thinking to himself what are the chances he will find a clean pair of boxers in there. Well, apparently zero. It's zero chances in any of his belongings. Chet did not pack any of his boxers. He had some real random things in his suitcases. Things like the cookbook that Chet got him for one of their anniversaries saying he really wants to have home cooked meals. There's the winter coat that he has only worn once when they went to Seoul skiing because Chet had an inkling that he was a natural born skier. By the way, that trip turned out to be a nightmare.

Arthit falls back sitting on the ground in front of all his opened suitcases.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with this stuff? Five years for a day like this. Arthit sighs. I wonder if Popeye has been fed. I needs to get him back no matter what.

The door was still open, but Thak knocked anyway to get Arthit's attention.

Thak: Mr. Ronajpat, I've found you a charging cord, but it seems like your phone is not working properly. I've tried to charge it, but it's not responding. I have a spare phone that you can use here. Also, I have made necessary calls to report your missing wallet.

Arthit is very surprised as Thak hands him his broken phone, and the spare phone.

Arthit: Ugh, thanks, but how did you do that? You don't have my information.

Thak: I have my resources. All I needed was your name. So, you don't need to worry about it. All your banks and credit card accounts have been notified of your lost.

Arthit: Thank you. I don't know what else to say for all your help. And, is this a new phone? Are you sure I can borrow this?

Thak: No worries. Go ahead and use it. We have many of them. All the employees get one, so Mr. Suthilak keeps quite a few in stock. You should probably get some rest now. I have already programed my number in the phone. So, call me if you need anything. I will take my leave now. Goodnight, Sir.

Arthit doesn't really know what to say. He walks over to close the door behind Thak. He grabs a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his luggage, and hit the shower. The bathroom and the shower are beautiful. The shower had a massage function that shot out water with perfect pressure to relieve stress, and he is beyond stressed. If there's always a silver lining in any situation, then this must be it. Arthit stands under the shower a little longer then necessary, but he's glad for it.

Arthit continues to be amazed by the luxurious bathroom. The huge vanity mirror automatically lights up when he steps close to it. The closer he gets, the brighter it gets. To the side of the mirror, it showed the time, date, and temperature outside. He looks up, and he notices that there are mood lights and speakers in the ceiling.

Arthit wonders, if this is just the guest bathroom, then the master bathroom must be out of this world. He gets dressed, and with no clean boxers available, he did the next best thing. He flipped his underwear inside out.

He came out of the bathroom, and realizes the only thing missing in this brilliant room is drinking water. He's thirsty, so he takes a chance, and ventures out towards the kitchen.

Apparently, he is not the only one thirsty.