The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 11 💖

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Mew was even stiffer than usual as they walked back to the helicopter, and he glared at Gulf as the helicopter took off. "What was that about?" he asked. "I thought that we worked well together, and suddenly you were an ice princess. What happened?"

Gulf could not tell him that he was falling in love, "I don't know," he lied.

"Well, whatever it was, I can't work with it. I'll have to find a new fake boyfriend..."

"No!" Gulf said. "I can do it. I want to do it! I want to be your fake boyfriend!" Being his fake boyfriend was better than not having any contact with him at all.

Mew hoped that he hid the sadness on his face at Gulf's quick denial. He did not want Gulf as his fake boyfriend, it was too dangerous, and Mew did not want to employ him. He wanted to seduce him properly, not have him act like he was jealous. He wanted all those emotions for real, but he guessed that Gulf acting like his fake boyfriend was the closest he was going to get. How likely was it that someone as masculine as Gulf is could turn out to be gay? And gay for Mew?

Mew bit his lip so that he would not say anything that could be considered as harassment in this situation.

"Fine, how's your Russian?" Mew changed the subject so abruptly that Gulf was not sure where it was going.

"I heard the language once. On TV. Once I sold a painting to a couple who had Russian accents," Gulf said.

Mew shot him a disgusted look. "We're going to have to work on your languages. Do you know any languages but English and Thai?"

"I can understand Korean. Sometimes I can even speak it," Gulf said. He looked out the helicopter window.

Mew was confused at the bitterness in Gulf's voice. "Where's your birth certificate?" he asked.

"What? Why do you need that?"

"We have to get your passport. I need your birth certificate, and since we're going to the Russian Federation you need to get your AIDS test, too..."

"I don't have AIDS," Gulf said, a little angrily.

"That's nice, but it's not for me to know, it's so that Russia will let you inside the country's borders."

"What do you do that you need to go to Russia?" Gulf demanded.

"Business," Mew said, folding his arms over his chest. He got a stubborn glint in his eye.

"What kind of business?" Gulf demanded.

"Do you really want to know that? If I explain to you what I am doing, you might be in more danger. I know that Perth has outlined the things that I want from you and expect from you, I would think that would make you more cautious about wanting information."

Gulf's jaw stuck out as he got stubborn too. "Fine, I don't want to know anyway. How long are we going to be in Russia?"

"Three days. I need you to go with me, go shopping, spend lots of money, eat dinner with me and sleep in the same room with me. You won't be attending any meetings, I just want you there for appearances," Mew said.

Gulf nodded. "What day do we need to go?" he asked.

Mew sighed, and then pulled a kit out from under his helicopter seat. "Quickly. I have already put a rush order on your passport. I just need your birth certificate and I need a sample of your blood."

Gulf watched as Mew put on gloves to take out a syringe and a vial. He did not even care as he held out his left arm so that Mew could dab the area with alcohol and slide the needle into one of his veins. He slowly took blood from Gulf's arm, and then popped the vial off the syringe. He put a cotton ball and a Hello Kitty Band-Aid over the syringe hole in Gulf's skin after dabbing it again with alcohol.

"Do that often?" Gulf asked, curious.

"No, it's my first time. I read a book," Mew said. "I have 100% comprehension in reading, so it only takes me once to understand something."

Gulf wondered how smart Mew was to be able to do that.

Mew placed the vial of blood into a padded envelope, and Gulf swallowed as he saw Mew stick his tongue out to moisten the flap and seal it. He could not make himself stop staring, and Mew saw where his eyes were, and he blushed.

Was he drooling? Why was Gulf staring at him like that? Mew touched his face to see if he left any saliva hanging off his chin, but when he could not find any wet spots, he was even more confused.

"Why were you so stiff earlier today?" Mew asked. "I had to tell those guys we had fought, and they didn't believe me until you acted like you were jealous of that girl in my lap. I was worried that you were going to blow our cover."

"I didn't know how to act now that I basically know you and I haven't seen you in days," Gulf found himself lying smoothly. "It's because I felt awkward. I am sorry. Maybe we should hang out together on a more regular basis so that this doesn't happen again." Gulf would have patted himself on the back if Mew had not been watching. He had transitioned that smoothly into manipulating Mew to spend more time with him. He was the genius in this helicopter.

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