Blindfolded [Complete]

Ignored

"Hello? Kite? Did he talk about me today?"

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Really! And thank God for that. There was a moment I thought he was about to bring up your topic cause he was staring at me all funny, but then he simply looked away and began talking about something completely different. Phew, I swear I thought my heart was about to stop beating for a second there. I think we are truly in the clear now Arthit."

"I... he really didn't ask about me at all?"

"No Arthit, and for the hundredth time, it's actually supposed to be a good thing he didn't. I don't know what your blabbermouth went and spurted out in front of him to figure out you aren't with the company, but he did. And honestly, we should be thanking our stars he has decided to ignore your existence completely rather than haul our asses off to the slaughterhouse. Now please, please, please try to stay as invisible as possible and let him get over this fiasco nice and easy. Understood?"

"Well, I think..."

"No, no. No, no, no. Let's not do any amount of thinking, please. Let's just simply stick to praying super hard that he truly has moved on and is spending less than microseconds pondering on us actually lying to him. Trust me Arthit, you really don't want to be on that man's wrong side."

"I...I guess..."

"Good boy. Now sit tight and wait for all of this to blow over like a nasty little dream it has been for all of us."

I stared at the phone in my hand as I heard Kite hang up the call with a distinct click, wondering exactly how was it a nasty dream if I tried to relive it every night while actual sleep kept eluding me.

It had been over three weeks since I had woken up in that empty bed, with more money than I had seen at once, with Kite relentlessly calling me to see if Kong had murdered me sometime during the night and was in the process of burying my cold decaying body.

Obviously what he had done to my body was actually quite different. And then he had disappeared. Simply vanished. Poof. One minute he was entangled around me so close that not a whiff of air could pass between us and the next it was like we had never even met. Three weeks now and he hasn't even looked my way since then.

Actually that's not entirely true. He did once. About a week ago. While he was stopping by our office for one of his gazillion meeting, we managed to run into each other in the hallway, which naturally meant I sputtered random nonsense instead of using coherent words.

"Uh, Kong, listen...no actually talk...well, I mean do whatever you want...but I mean...you are angry...ofcourse you are angry...but don't be...I mean you can be if you really, really want to be...but maybe you can try to not be...actually let's not focus on the angry part. Let me start over. About me and the...the company..."

"Excuse me."

His tone unnaturally clipped as he simply sidestepped my word vomit and continued walking down the hallway away from me. Those two words being the only thing he said spoken my way in all these weeks.

And maybe Kite was correct that I should just thank all the invisible Gods in the sky that ignoring me was the worst Kong was planning on unleashing on me, but somehow it felt all sorts of wrong. Like I was suddenly missing a huge chunk of my soul and I didn't know how to get it back.

Perhaps I was massively overreacting, it's not like the sex was that good or anything, right? Well, actually I take that back. Let's not add any more lies to that evergrowing mountain. But it wasn't even about the sex. I just feel like after getting fucked repeatedly in the ass by him, I atleast deserve the chance to explain myself without being so heartlessly dismissed without so much as half a cordial smile. But to be fair to him the whole reason he hired an escort in the first place was to partake in lot less of the talking that I seem to be so inclined to do so recently. I mean, really, who wants to sleep with a prostitute and then go into a whole long ass morbid backstory of why he slept with him for money but it wasn't meant to be deceptive or anything.