Blindfolded [Complete]

Punched

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Springing up from my seat I almost ran towards the door. Hoping against all hope that Arthit had come to see me.

It had been nearly two hours since I had drudged my way back home, somehow managing to make the situation worse than it already was.

Why the fuck did I think stalking him like a creeper, forcing myself on him, and then trying to buy him off was the best strategy to get him back is still beyond me, but desperation makes a man do crazy things. But maybe this desperate move had finally made Arthit turn his attention back to me. Maybe he had finally come back.

Swinging open the front door, a huge smile, and welcoming words stuck to my lips just as I was met with a clenched fist running straight into my face.

Holy fucking hell that hurt!

But to be honest I had reached a point that I would happily take a volley of punches from Arthit as long he stopped behaving so stubborn and just came back.

Except it wasn't Arthit. Actually, it was the one person that I hadn't really expected to have gotten involved in this debacle at all.

"Kite? What the hell!"

But instead of responding to my frankly shocked expressions he simply shook his hand back and forth as if to rid himself of the pain, pushing his way past me into the house and marched towards the kitchen without so much as a glance towards me. Half muttering abuses directed at me, half curses at his bruised knuckles.

"Fuck! Why didn't I realize punching an asshole would hurt this much. I should have thought this through. Seriously. Maybe I should have borrowed one of those whips from your sex mansion. Now where the fuck is ice when you need some."

My jaw still sweeping the floor down there somewhere while he walked back to the living room, tossing me a small cloth wrapped around a few cubes for my blackening eye while he took an exceptionally large one for himself. Settling down on my couch he finally turned his attention to me, his intensely piercing eyes staring accusingly at me.

"So...Kong..."

"Kong? What happened to boss?"

"Well, seeing how I probably just got fired, I don't see the need to be ultra respectful right this second, so Kong, are you a fucking IDIOT?"

It's not that I disagreed with his particular sentiment but I was still a little taken aback at just how no holds barred ballsy Kite was behaving all of a sudden.

" I guess you found out about the contract?"

"Heck yeah I did. What the fuck were you even thinking?"

To be fair I doubt I was thinking. At the time all I knew was Arthit created a craving in me that had yet to be satisfied. Drawn to him like a moth to fire I kept getting pulled deeper and deeper until I was finally reduced to the ashes of my own obsession.

"Seriously, Kong, weren't you the one who insisted on never repeating anyone? Hell, you even had them blindfolded cause you didn't want your identity revealed. So what the fuck are you doing messing with Arthit? I mean if you wanted to pretend being a sugar daddy this badly you could have come to me first, and I would have lined up an arena full of men willing to bend over for you in any contorted position, but did you really have to go fuck up Arthit? Why? Why the hell did it have to be Arthit?"

Why Arthit? That is a question I had no bloody answer to, all I knew was for a long time now I hadn't even considered being with someone else. Perhaps that is why just the thought of him sleeping with Zayn was messing me up beyond comprehension. Losing a little bit of a temper myself I stomped closer to the couch, raising my voice as my frustrations began pouring out. This is really not one of my best nights, is it?