FALLIN' ALL IN YOU (Completed)

Chapter 99

"Am I too heavy?" Arthit asks as he peppers kisses across the back of Kongpob's broad shoulders.

Laying on his stomach with his head resting on his arms, Kongpob smiles contently. "No, but we should probably get ready soon."

"You could have just said I'm too heavy." Arthit chuckles, and pecks Kongpob's stretched shoulder blade one more time before he pulls out, and gets off of the massage table.

"I don't think I can ever look at a massage table the same anymore." Kongpob said as he slowly got up, swinging his legs over to the side. He can feel Arthit's cum seeping out.

"Hey, we both got happy endings, right?" Arthit winked as he wrapped himself in a robe. He took another one off the hook, and walked towards Kongpob.

"So cheeky these days. Come here." Kongpob spreads his legs wider to let Arthit stand between them.

Arthit is all too happy to comply, and wraps the robe around Kongpob. He holds it up for his boyfriend to slip his arms inside the sleeves. Once the robe is on, Kongpob wrapped his arms around Arthit's waist, and pulled him in for a kiss. Both smiled in between pecks, and rubbed their noses against each other.

"Are you still nervous? You don't have to answer anything you are not comfortable with. M has reviewed the questions ahead of time. So, I'm sure it won't be too invasive."

"I know. M told me that too. Does Sonya know about this?"

"Yes. Nothing escapes my mother. Also, she is a silent investor in OK! Magazine. That's why I picked OK! over the other magazines. I'm an investor for a few others, but I'm a known investor in those."

"So that's why you said you can control most of the media. Is that how all you rich snobs do it?"

"Of course. About 90% of the media in Thailand is controlled by six corporations. The truth is a version of what these six corporations say it is. Given that, sometimes the government will impose its limits, or assert their own interest into the general public. That's why, don't believe everything you see or hear."

"You rich snobs are scary." Arthit snickered.

"Well, you will be one too." Kongpob pushes Arthit back to get off the massage table. He takes Arthit's hand, and heads to the spa shower.

"I will not!"

Kongpob turns around, and cocked an eyebrow at Arthit, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe Arthit didn't catch the meaning behind that. He shakes his head, and continues walking to the shower.

"What?"

Yep. He didn't get it.
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"Hello Gentlemen! My name is Ziya Sangportirat. I'm a senior journalist at OK! Magazine." A tall and young woman in a light grey pencil skirt suit got up from her seat to greet the two men that just arrived in the meeting room. Her long luscious black curls were pushed to one side, highlighting her elegant long neck. Her black rimmed glasses did little to hide the sparkle in her deep brown eyes. Ziya has just been promoted to senior journalist this past month. She can't believe she is getting this amazing opportunity to interview Kongpob Suthilak and his partner Arthit Ronajpat. She is so giddy inside, she might combust at any moment. Keep your cool Ziya. Keep your cool. Breathe. They are so handsome. Oh my God.

"Hello Miss Ziya Sangportirat. Nice to meet you. I'm Kongpob Suthilak, and this is Arthit Ronajpat."

Kongpob and Arthit both exchanged handshakes before each taking an armchair seat across from the young journalist.