FALLIN' ALL IN YOU (Completed)

Chapter 19

Arthit's POV

After leaving Nina's, we went riding around to the outskirts of Bangkok, we took a little break near an old temple. There's a little town nearby, and we heard that their weekly market was going on. So we walked around for a bit, looking at the local market stalls. They had some snacks and food stands too. I'm usually not a big fan of eating from unknown sources, but Kongpob was so eager to try different things. He has never had street food like this. I find it so amusing to learn that there's actually someone that lives in Bangkok, land of food carts and street food to not have had any. He says he wasn't allowed to go to crowded places when he was young. I kind of feel sorry for him.

I pointed out different snacks that I think are good to Kongpob. The good thing about little towns like these, people are more genuine in my opinion. They take the time to explain things to you, like what's in their food, and how they make them. Back in the big city, the vendors are so busy, they don't have time to answer any questions. It's take it or leave it. Kongpob ended up trying eight different things. He had pork neck skewers, grilled squid, durian ice, mango sticky rice, mini coconut crisps, tod mun pla (fish cake), spring rolls, and bua loi (glutinous ball in coconut milk). I had some of this and that too, and that was pretty much our lunch.

Again, we stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd here. Maybe because we are both dressed in all black while everyone there was very colorful. There were a few street performances going on that we watched. There was one where a guy was spinning around in a giant steel hoop. I got dizzy just watching him. I don't know how he does it without puking.

And then there was another one where a man was playing the guitar, and a woman was singing. Kongpob knew the lyrics to the song, and was low-key singing along. The woman noticed him, pulled him out of the crowd to sing with her. It wasn't until then that I noticed that Kongpob has a great soothing voice. I mean singing at the top of your lungs to the car radio is not the same. The song was about a long lost love that this person can never forget. Kongpob sang it beautifully with a lot of emotions. It made me wonder if he has a lost love like that.

When the song was over, the crowd erupted clapping and cheering for him. The woman tried to get Kongpob to sing more, but he declined. After walking for a little bit more, we headed back to the city. We didn't have time to go back home, so we went straight to the fashion house. We came upon the place called Davika. It was a three story white glass building. The door was completely flush with the wall. Just by looking at it, you know it's expensive.

They had valet service, so Kongpob gave the valet the key. The valet boy's smile lit up like Christmas came early at the chance to drive Kongpob's bike. He couldn't hide his excitement even if he tried. Kongpob only smiled, and gave him a pat on his back. Then Kongpob walked in front of me, and I followed close behind. I've never been to one of these fancy fashion houses before, so I'm a bit nervous. Upon entering, a woman dressed in a short and fitted black dress came to greet us.

Lady: Good afternoon Mr. Suthilak and good afternoon to you sir as well.

Kongpob: Good afternoon. This is Mr. Ronajpat. He will be accompanying me today.

Lady: Yes sir. May I take your helmets for safe keeping.

Kongpob: Yes, thank you.

The lady takes both our helmets, and places them in a room behind a mirror covered door that's flush against the wall. In a way, the design here reminds me of Kongpob's house. Everything is clean simple modern lines with mostly white, gray, and a splash of blue here and there.

Lady: Mr. Suthilak, please proceed to the 3rd floor. Miss Davika is waiting for you.

The lady walked us to the elevator, and pressed the 3 button, and held the door open for us. Kongpob nods to the lady, and cocks his head gesturing me to follow him to the elevator. So, we got on the elevator and went up.

I was not prepared for what I saw.

The second the elevator door opened, a woman grabbed Kongpob out of the elevator by the collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. Kongpob respond back like he was expecting it. I was just so shocked at what was happening in front of me. I stood there frozen with the elevator door about to close on me. I didn't come back to my senses until Kongpob stuck his arm back, halting the elevator door for me. I quickly stepped out of the elevator. Then the woman pulled Kongpob's other arm, and started walking away. For whatever reason, I feel like going home now.

***Mai Davika Hoorne***

We followed the woman to the back of the building. There were mannequins everywhere with all sorts of fabric strewn around. I kept looking around.

Kongpob: Arthit! Arthit! This way.

Arthit: Oh, yeah. I'm coming.

Davika: So, may I ask who is this handsome?

We came to a stop in front of a wall of mirrors.

Kongpob: This is my friend, and roommate, Arthit Ronajpat. He is here to keep me company. Arthit, this is my business partner, and friend Mai Davika Hoorne. She is the head designer of Davika Fashion.

Arthit: Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Arthit Ronajpat.

She smiles at me.

Davika: You can call me Davika.

Davika turns back her attention to Kongpob with a seductive smile on her beautiful face.

Davika: Since when have you entertained the idea of a roommate? Don't I keep you plenty company? By the way, you are late mister.

Kongpob ignores the first two questions.

Kongpob: I'm here aren't I?

Davika: I need you, you know?

Kongpob: No, you don't. But I am here. Now, let's get started.

Davika waves to her assistant to push a rack of clothes over. The lady does as told, and then walks away.

Davika: Arthit, you can have a seat here. It's the best in the house. Kongpob is going to give you a little fashion show.

I raised a curious eyebrow at her, and she just smiles. Damn, she is gorgeous. I'm gay, and I know she is hot. Are they together? I turned to walk over to the plush armchair to the left of the fitting stage.

Kongpob starts stripping while Davik is standing right there holding a shirt. Kongpob takes the shirt from her, and starts putting it on.

Davika: Lose the pants.

Kongpob smirks, and takes his pants off obediently. He is wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs today. This is the least I've seen him wear. Davika hands him a pair of pants, and as Kongpob bends a bit to put on the pants, Davika runs her right hand down his back, and squeezes his left butt cheek.

At this point, I really feel like I shouldn't be here.

Once, Kongpob has his pants on properly, Davika smooths everything out. She takes push pins to pin up wherever there's slack in fabric.

This process continued for a total of eight outfits. Kongpob looked really good in every outfit. It's as if these clothes were designed just for him. The pants hugged his ass and long slim legs perfectly. Throughout the process Davika would touch and grab Kongpob here and there. She would lean in and whisper something making both of them laugh.

It's obvious to say that they have a special relationship.

Whatever I felt earlier for Nina is nothing compared to Davika. I know I'm just a friend, and he is straight, so there's no possibility between us. However, it was a sweet dream up until now.