BOOK TWO
Marriage is the last thing on Tee's mind. But he reluctantly agrees to marry the Kreeporlerk heir to make his father happy.
KISMET prequel
The story of TaeTee
The events in this story happened five years before KISMET GodtBas story. You d...
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"Tee..?"
I heard P'Tae's soft voice calling me. I blinked opened my eyes.
"We are about to land." He said buckling his seat belt.
I hummed clumsily buckling myself. I've blissfully dozed off throughout the long flight. The large comfortable seats of P'Tae's private jet are awfully comfortable.
I gazed at the clear blue sky. It must be the late afternoon by the look of the sky.
I peered out of the window, watching intently as the Darvid K 1 touched down and taxied at the Swarnabumi Airport. All this is still new to me. My dad, Don Khemkhaeng Piniwat might be one of the most powerful mafiosos in Thailand, he probably owns even more luxurious and larger private jets. It's just that I, Tee Thanapon had never had the opportunity to benefit such adventures throughout the sheltered 18 years of my life. I'm not blaming dad for keeping me hidden in the middle of the Piniwat forest, trapped inside the manor like the princess Rapunzel.
Nevertheless, I've been missing out on life, a lot.
P'Tae, his five men, and I started shuffling around with the help of the cabin staff getting ready to disembark as the door opened and the retractable step ladder unfolded down.
I got to my feet but my step wobbled from hours of inactivity.
P'Tae placed his hand on the small of my back and steadied me before guiding me to the mouth of the plane, and helped me down the step ladder of the private jet. I shaded my eyes from the harsh light of the late afternoon sun and blinked around at the almost deserted runaway.
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"Our ride is over there," He murmured behind me gesturing at the sleek black car parked at the edge of the field. A limo ride to the Kreepolrerk house? I'm impressed. I've got to admit that P'Tae has style.
As we quickly walked towards the limo, with P'Tae's five men closely boxing us in against a sudden attack, I turned around and gave one last look at P'Tae's impressive private Jet, Darvid K 1. I hope I could ride it more in the future.
