ADDICTED: NICOTINE

CHAPTER 3

"Kongpooooob, baby come here." said a voice from outside, Kong only rolled his eyes at his friend's attempt to call him using a small annoying lady voice.

"What do you want?" said the young man, finally opening the door to his room giving the man outside an irritated face.

Khai: "Oi don't give me that look, you look like you want to eat me." winking at the other.

Kongpob rolled his eyes yet again at his friend's remark.

Kongpob: "Ew, do you even hear what you're saying Khai? Anyways tell me already what you want, I have a meeting to attend."

Khai: "Guess who just got engaged?"

Kongpob: "Wow, someone actually wants to marry you?"

Khai: "This bitch- not me. Arthit, Arthit just got engaged."

Kongpob: "I know."

Khai: "Oh you kno- what? how did you know?"

Kongpob: "I don't know Khai, maybe I don't have cameras inside their house? And I know Arthit would never marry anyone he'd just met."

Khai: "Not like he has much of a choice, you know his parents." raising an eyebrow, Kongpob returned a knowing look.

Kongpob: "Yeah, and I think his father will be breaking the news to him just about now."

Khai: "You should probably think of a plan, I'll tell Pete to attend the meeting on your behalf since he's already at the company."

Kongpob: "Okay, give him a call and come to my room after."

Kongpob enters his room again, removing his jacket and loosening his tie to make him more comfortable. He composed himself and sat on the chair in front of the computer screens. He saw his Arthit sitting in front of the dining table with his father and a few other people which he supposed were the Tycoon and his sister, Everyone at the table were talking about the upcoming marriage. Arthit obviously trying his best to throw a smile, but Kongpob knew they were fake. He can tell just by looking at Arthit's cheeks. His smile was too weak to even make his dimple show up. Kongpob heard a few knocks at his door making him turn his head away from the main screen and told the person outside to come in.

Khai: "Pete said he'll cut the meeting short in ten so he can help us with the plan."

Kongpob: "Good. What did the tycoon own again? Why did that old fucker there agree to make my Arthit marry his sister?"

Khai: "Not much, I just know that he owns like an eight of the properties near Chiang Mai and smuggles drugs to other countries."

Kongpob: "Well that's cheap, I have much more of what he has. If they were going to get someone to marry their son, why not just me?"

Khai: "I don't know Kong, it's not like you don't know that they caused the death of your parents, and that you didn't steal a quarter of their wealth." he said in a sarcastic tone.

Kongpob: "Hmm, I mean at least I left three fourths. They're still rich anyways."

Khai: "Why are you so chill about this?"

Kongpob: "Because I'm Kongpob."

Kongpob looked back at the computer screen, smiling wickedly. Khai no longer answered back when he saw that smile on his friend's face. He already knew that his friend had everything under control.

"Can you give Toota a call?" Kongpob says but not removing his stare at the pale boy who was now standing up from the dining table and giving the tycoon a hand shake. Khai gives a confused look to his friend and asks:

"Arthit's friend? Why?"

Kongpob: "I'm sure Arthit will be calling him and his other friends to rant about his parents and the marriage. Tell him to invite my baby to a bar, one of ours to be exact, maybe the one near Siam Square."

After that, Khai excused himself to do what Kongpob had asked him to. A few minutes later, Pete enters the room with a few files and handing them to his friend. Pete told Kongpob that the new drug was about to enter the country and that he needed him to sign the papers. The other opened the file and read the content and signed. He told Pete about his plan was and told him to relay it to Khai later. Kongpob called a few contacts to get ready for the evening.

"Your long wait is going to end baby, I'm coming for you." Kongpob said while staring intently at Arthit who held his phone against his ear, calling his friend Toota about what happened.

FLASHBACK

"What do you mean I'm getting married?"

Arthit is fuming at his father, he had just told him he was going to meet tycoon Weerayut and his sister today to talk about his engagement.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at my own home. You are still living under my roof so you have no choice but to follow what I say."

"I'm not a goddamned kid father. I can make my own decisions. I should be the one to choose whom to marry and not."

"Arthit, if you don't obey me I'll make sure every single one of your friend's won't make it on your wedding day." his father said making Arthit's eyes enlarge.

"Don't you dare." Arthit replied, his face red in anger.

"Oh I will."

"You can't control my life forever." Arthit said turning his back from the man who was sitting on his chair behind a desk.

"Arthit, you know what I can do. And I won't hesitate killing every one of them, especially that annoying fucker, Toota? That's his name right?" the last few words that came out of Arthit's father made the young man freeze at his place. He slowly turned his head to look at his father with a disgusted face, he wanted to return to his room but the guards outside his father's office held him in a tight grip. The next Arthit knows was that he was sitting in front of a dining table filled with different dishes and that his father were bringing in the guests, Tycoon Weerayut and his sister, Namtan.

END OF FLASHBACK

Arthit was crying on his phone now, telling Toota everything that happened that morning. Toota comforted his friend and told him that maybe needed to loosen up so he invited him for a drink. Arthit agreed and told his friend to get them a VIP area so he can cry his heart out without worrying about his parents' guards eavesdropping at him, so Toota suggested a bar that was exclusive only to those who were members, and luckily, Toota knew the owner, he told Arthit that guards were only allowed to wait in the lobby so Arthit doesn't have to refrain himself from anything. When Arthit agreed with his friend's suggestion, the man who was watching and listening through a screen monitor smirked. His plan has already started.