Dirty Girl

Chapter 17

Plern was happy these past few days. She smiled a lot, taking pride in achievement. It didn't matter that only two minions knew what she was up too, that she need their help. It was HER planning that had caused embarrassment and shame, caused Korn to split from Knock.

Giggling, she glanced at the website she created. Over 20,000 hits alone yesterday! Who cared that it had more than all of her beauty websites combined? It was still something she created!

She burst into her dorm room like a tornado and she almost tripped on her pile of shoes. Damn, she really had to do something about this mess! But when? Using her feet to move the boxes of her inferior products out of the way, she made her way to her couch and plopped down. Opening her laptop, she logged into Facebook and Instagram and moved on to her incoming orders. It was more important now to earn a solid living.

She fought back tears of anger instead. What? Today, there were no orders, just clients asking for refunds! Plern stood and paced, fighting down the urge to throw her damn laptop out the window. Instead, she went and took a shower. She had always thought better after a nice hot shower...

Fai and Yihwa exchanged a Hi-Five in the safety of their dorm room. Yihwa hugged Fai tightly. "You're a fucking genius, Fai!"

Pretending modesty, "Aww, I'm not, really, Yihwa. Any fifth grade computer nerd could have written this algorithm and sent it to Plern's client list." Fai laughed. "But I do admit, the fun part was hacking her computer!"

"No, Fai, what makes you an absolute genius is saying that you need to respond by midnight today, by email, Adding that bullshit about a "quality control group", you have tried the product, did it make your skin break out and you want your money back! Fucking genius! That put the onus on Plern to refund all her clients who meet the deadline! The clients think it's a legit sending and Plern's in the dark about the original contact."

Yihwa couldn't stop smiling. "I think my sense of right and wrong has worn off on you!"

Fai winked, "Oh, I think anyone can think like Yihwa, if they don't mind blurring the lines here and there. Here, I added a treat for you." Fai hit the webcam recording and showed Plern's face as she started to read all the emails.

Yihwa broke into laughter, with tears running down her face. "You are including this in the video?"

Plern sighed and returned in her usual outfit of cut off baggy shorts and loose T, with a bare face. She really was a stunning woman, with or without makeup. The difference though, was startling. She had ensured that for years, no one, ever, had seen her without makeup.

Even Plern, who had been her mole for over a year, had seen her in her baggy clothes had never seen her without makeup but that night, Fai captured the reason. there just below her left eye was THE scar. Plern didn't even remember how she got the scar. It had faded over the years, from being angry and very noticeable to a fine, white line, but just like the visible scar, the mental scars never left.

Plern rubbed the hard line absently. It still itched, occasionally and tightened up. Even under the makeup, if you knew the signs, you would know she had a scar. She pulled out a pot of oil and massaged it on the scar and went back to work.

With the amount of refund requested, it would be an all-nighter to maintain her reputation. She had homework as well. Another sleepless night. She got up and grabbed a couple of energy drinks and settled in front of the computer and started working.

While Fai and Yihwa slept peaceful dreams, Fai's spyware recorded everything Plern did. Everything... 

Knock looked at Korn and felt helpless. He'd never seen him quite like this. They had met up in Phu's empty dorm room in order to hide from any of Plern's spies. He wasn't sure what had triggered his anger this time.

"Korn, baby..." He pleaded, "Instead of yelling, there are much better things we could be doing right now!"

"Damn it, Knock! Just answer the damn question. Did you go with Phu and Farm to the hospital today?" Korn knew he was wrong to be jealous but there was something between that damn doctor and Knock. He saw it that day.

"Of course I did. My cousin's working there." Knock looked confused. "I wanted to say hi. We don't get much opportunity to see each other."

Korn narrowed his eyes. "Cousin?" He knew how men looked when they saw new prey. He saw it constantly with his former boyfriend. That doctor was bad news.

Knock nodded. "Dr. Bright is my cousin. You remember, Farm's doctor is my cousin."

Korn withheld his growls. "He's gay, isn't he." It was a flat statement, and he couldn't look at Knock.

Knock gave Korn a tight backhug. "So? He's my cousin. I have you. Plus he's like OLD!" Knock hardly ever used his strength against Korn but now he did. He twisted Korn to face him and looking him directly in the eye, "I love you, Korn."

Feeling desperate, Korn kissed him instead of answering. He knew Dr. Bright's type. All men were nothing but holes. Which one of the two of them that were left was his target? Phubet or him???

"Don't let Farm go alone to see him, or Phubet. Please, Knock?" Korn asked. "I, ah.. well, how well do you know your cousin?"

Knock laughed. "He's a good man with a very bad habit. He doesn't do relationships. I'm not surprised you picked up on that, Korn." Holding him tightly, he whispered, "I already told him you're mine and to leave my friends alone."

They bumped foreheads and smiled at each other. Korn sighed. "I don't know who he's after, though. I know one of us, he wants."

Why isn't anything going good for me right now? Korn thought, What gods did I piss off to screw up my karma so badly. "Knock, I'm going to the temple tomorrow and make merit."

Knock nodded, "Haven't we talked enough? I still have to go back to my own room tonight?"

Korn felt his mood lighten and change as Knock slid his hands under his t-shirt and slant his mouth against his. He ran his fingers along that perfect jaw to behind his nape and pulled him close, deepening the kiss. They ground together, desire building.