Mew read another dossier he had on Gulf. The dossier had a detailed information on his muse's movement. For an 18 year old teenaged boy, he did not go anywhere much. On school days, he would walk to school and then walk back home. During school hours he would be diligently studying in class while during recess, he would either eat at the school cafeteria or eat under a tree at the back of the school by himself. From the dossier, Mew learned that Gulf did not have many friends and spent most of his time at home. Mew sighed. He was at home most of the time. The home where he was abused. Mew stretched his body trying to reduce the rage and frustration building in him. He stared at his cellphone. He was tempted to call Mr Angsanan and asked about Gulf's whereabouts and conditions. Yet, he knew that the man would call him if anything arises.
The dossier on his tablet had also become a source of Mew's amusement. He would sometime read the dossier a few times a day. His favourite pastime was looking at Gulf's photos in the dossier. His favourite photo of his was him sitting under a tree with a smile on his face. He had his cellphone in his hand. Mew wondered what was playing on Gulf's mind until he was smiling like he was the happiest person on Earth. Another favourite photo of Gulf that Mew loved was a photo of him walking with his adoptive brothers. They were walking hand in hand to the grocery store. Gulf and his brothers were grinning from ear to ear. Mew traced his finger over Gulf 's face on the tablet.
"Beautiful." Mew murmured.
Mew checked out the time and he realised that it was time to head to his meeting that day. He rose to his feet and walked to the window. Maybe he could catch a glimpse of Gulf before going to the meeting. He was about to turn around when he saw Gulf walking with a girl. He stopped at his track. The girl was holding Gulf's arm and squashing her tits onto Gulf's body.
"Stay away from him little girl." Mew muttered.
To Mew's horror, the girl ran her fingers through his muse's hair.
'Don't touch his hair!" Mew yelled.
Was he getting envious of a school kid? Mew shook his head. She was blatantly flirting with Gulf. Did his muse enjoy the attention? Mew was not sure. His phone rang and he knew his secretary was calling him about the meeting. Mew gasped when the little slutty school girl held Gulf's face! Did he just call a girl whom he did not know a slut? He guessed he did.
"I said.. don't touch him!"Mew growled.
Since when did he become a green-eyed monster? He had never been possessive of anything except for business dealings or when he was younger when he had to fight with his siblings. He remembered giving his older brother a blue eye when they were fighting over which bedroom to choose from when their family moved to their new mansion. His mother exploded because the house had close to 20 rooms and yet Mew and his brother, Thorn fought over a bedroom. He still vividly saw in his mind how his mother blew her top when she saw Thorn with a blue eye and Mew with a bloody nose. They both thought they were going to die from their mother's fury that day. But that was years ago. Now looking down at Gulf and the girl, Mew felt like wrenching the girl's scrawny arms away and dragged his muse back to his home and locking him there forever! Should he break those arms before dragging Gulf away? Maybe he should!
"Whoa... Whoa...!" Mew even shocked himself with possessiveness. He shook his head .
His phone rang again. He knew that his executive secretary the ever-efficient Mr Mild Sittinut would drag him to the meeting if he were late. He turned his head back to the young 'couple' now standing at the intersection. The girl was showing something to his muse. Her fingers? Her hand? Mew did not care!
"Don't shove your stinky hand to his face!" Mew growled.
"Mr Suppasit?" Mild Sittinut's voice brought Mew back to his office and to reality.
'What??!!" He yelled and then he cringed.
"What's gotten into you?" His sassy secretary asked.
"Nothing..." Mew grumbled.
"Oh Mr Suppasit... Are you sure?" Mild asked.
"I said... nothing.." Mew repeated.
"Does it have anything to do with Gulf Kanawut?" He snickered.
"Yeah..." Mew replied.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm jealous."
"Oh my freaking God!!! We should celebrate this!! I bet it's going rain cats dogs and dinosaurs today! Wonder never ceases! Hallelujah!!" His secretary teased.
"I hate you." Mew muttered.
"I know.. but you still need me!" He grinned.
"Go away!"
"I could, but we have the CEO of Arthes Industry waiting for you in the conference room. Let's go. You can get all crazy jealous and envious of your Gulf after that. This company plus its 4556 workers are dependent on you Mr Suppasit." He cautioned.
"I could fire one and make it 4555 workers." Mew grumbled.
'Promises.. Promises..." Mild chanted.
"Look at her... she's touching his face." Mew said while staring down at the intersection.
"Sir? Meeting? CEO of Arthes Industry?" Mild reminded Mew. Mew countinued to stare. Then, he shook his head.
"Fine! Grab my tablet and files. Let's go." Mew reluctantly left his office with his super efficient executive secretary on his tow.
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HIS MUSE (COMPLETE)
Fanfiction28 years old Mew was having a bad day. First, his business deal that he had painstakingly been working on for the past 3 months had gone down the drain. Meanwhile, his mother had been bugging him to settle down because she wanted grandchildren. Mind...
