Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

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The flashes of lights coming from the cameras would have been blinding if not for the sunglasses he had on despite it being late into the night. Saint smirked as the hoards of paparazzi screamed multiple questions at him. He quickly walked past paparazzis and fans alike and into the dimly lit club, the screaming drowned by the bass boosting from the inside. Being led to the VVIP lounge, Saint loosened his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket. The lights making his green suit dark and black, giving him the mysterious, arrogant aura that he seem to exude day in and day out, but even more so. Walking up the staircase, he went through the VVIP area and into his private glass booth.

As he sat down on the couch, in no less than the seconds it took for his ass to touch the seat, a tray of drinks were slid on the table, and his so called friends had arrived, sliding the door close after them.

"Saint! The man of the hour!" Poppy's voice boomed despite the loud music vibrating the entire building. Saint smirked, taking his glasses off and throwing it on to the table, just as the others gave him the brotherly handshake greeting.

"Finally! We thought you'd never get here!" Max stated, handing him a drink before clinking their glasses together. Saint took a shot, wincing at the bitter taste of vodka, before smirking at his friends.

"And what? Leave you guys to rot in boredom? What would you all do without me?" Saint cockily replied, making the rest shake their heads and laugh.

"How'd you manage this?" Mark nodded to the side, and Saint glanced up at his bodyguard – one of them anyway – and grinned at the intimidated look on Tommy's face.

"He can't do a thing." Saint patted the seat beside him. "Tommy come on, live a little."

"I'm gonna get fired." Tommy mumbled before shrieking as Saint's other friend, Jimmy arrived and hooked an arm around his neck. Saint smirked as the others guffawed at Tommy hitting Jimmy before scooting as far as possible from the man on the seat. "Get lost!"

Saint chuckled, patting Tommy's back. "Relax buddy, you won't be fired. Why don't you just have fun hmm? No one's gonna know."

Jimmy scoffed sitting down across from him with the rest, taking the beer offered by Poppy. "Right, because you didn't just walk through the front door and by those paparazzis."

"Oooh, smart." Poppy exclaimed. "You really are Saint." The sarcasm dripped like liquid.

Saint huffed and rolled his eyes. Glancing at Tommy who did not take a drink but instead was watching worriedly around them, Saint grabbed a beer and took a long pull, throat swallowing the bittersweet taste of the so called premium beer of the club. Maybe it wasn't a smart move, but who cares? Being on the tabloid wasn't anything new. Being the only son of the richest CEO in thailand, Saint's popularity had been since birth. Even more so as he grew up and became Thailand's richest 'bad boy' who splashed the covers of every magazine, every week.

Because of this, his mother had hired him bodyguards for his safety. Saint liked to call them babysitters, but no one ever lasts long. No one can handle Saint's delinquent ways, and not to mention he made it his mission that his hired bodyguards never lasts a week. Tommy was different, since he wasn't his fully fledged bodyguard, more like a son of his mother's assistant that became his friend slash babysitter.

"How did you manage to escape him?" Max asked, tilting his head and smirking. The other three took to shots, while Tommy still sat there, anxious at having basically ran away. Saint wasn't allowed to be out, mother's orders. But why would he not?

"Who?" Saint knew who, but he wasn't about to say. He scowled at the thought.

"Your bodyguard dumbass." Mark added.