Kongpob loves rain. He enjoys every second of watching nature getting bathed and rejuvenated with new colours. The freshness of the colours. The soft sounds of pitter patter with a mug of coffee... But not when he is an hour late for work.

And in yards long saree... Saree in New York? Yes... It's possible. When you have Indian friend and her friendly mother. Because she is getting engaged and today is the very day she decided to hold a religious ceremony. Holding a tantrum that Kong must be present.

Which was well and good, if Kong had the liberty of continuing to wear the trousers and top he was wearing. But no... His friend had to play doll with him. Then insist that he cant leave before having a full course meal. Now he is evilly late...

And being late isn't an option for him. Because he worked as a secretary and public relations agent for the actual devil himself. Who happens to be a world famous singer.

And with the amount of calls he already got from the other secretary... Kong knows that hell is breaking loose on earth this very moment...

Kong sighed, ignoring the phone calls and tapping in his tablet. To revise the schedules once again.

"How far are we sir?" Kong asked the middle aged cab driver, without bothering to look up. He didn't bring his car that day.

"Almost there..."

It's been three years since his agency assigned him to work for this man. And he is not going to lie but this man had potential. He was already a rising star. But also had a downside.

This man is rude, impatient demanding, had no filter or empathy,... Downright terrifying and a control freak... Also extremely hot and handsome. With the deepest, soothing voice one can ask for...

Now Kong got asked many times how he lasted this long... While others quit in six months?

Well simple, he practiced being numb to the max when he'd be working. And he loves his job... He really does... And he knows how to talk back to the alpha... Give him a mindful when necessary... And he never hesitates those moments.... Also because working round the clock gave him more the reason to reach his empty apartment as late as he wants to.

Yeah he is all alone in the world. He has distant relatives... But this is America. And his abusive parents died in a car crash. Sad story... Kong has spilt enough invisible tears on.

And also because, under all those glares and growls... Kong saw a passionate man... Who loved his art and gave his best in it. Who respected his fans and never ever behaved rudely to them. Who donates to different organization dealing with children anonymously. Who respects omegas and their rights. Even after being a true blood Alpha.

A man whome Kong hated first... But eventually fell in love with... Yeah! on a side note, he is a masochist.

But Kong is too deep to care about it. Very deep. So deep that he doesn't remember dating anyone else.

Nope... He isn't going to do anything about his feelings. He is earning enough and he somewhat enjoys his job. He didn't want to ruin it. No matter how many times they shared that tension filled split seconds over the years.... Where nothing was exchanged between them... But their eyes or body language did the talking. No matter how short...

And Kong made peace with those moments itself... They were kind of enough. To boost Kong up. Because to his utter dismay and relief... The Alpha did nothing about those fractions of times... And Kong never had enough guts to do anything about it.

"We are here..."

Kong came to his senses and looked around. Realising they were parked under the studio where the shooting of his boss's upcoming album was being done. He felt a dread loom around the huge building even from outside. Making him gulp a lump and prepare himself.

"Here..." He paid the cabby his share and opened the door.

He took his tote bag and umbrella, putting one leg out.... Then pulling it back in the next second. Facing the confused cabby through the rear view.

"Please tell me I don't look like I am here to impress someone and get laid in this very hour?" Kong frowned with squinted eyes.

The cabby blinked blankly for a moment. Kong was wearing a beautiful emerald green pure silk saree. With spaghetti straps black blouse, which was tied with a big knot on his back. His wavy brown hairs tied in a low bun, parted from the side. All the hustle loosening few strands of his locks on his cheek. With a black bindi on his forehead. His only jewellery being his black digital watch.

"More like ready to be proposed and get married..." The cabby smiled.

Kong was blank for a while, then stepped out. Not before mumbling. "That makes it way worse..."

He closed the door, hearing the disembodied chuckling of the man. Who thankfully parked under a dry spot. Making it easy for Kong to reach the main building.

He used his id to get himself inside and rushed towards the elevator. His six inch stilleto tucking smartly on the polished marbled floor. He kept rustling through his bag to get his phone out. Missing all the gazes that were set on him. He never cared anyways. He never did. Even in college.

Once he got in the elevator, holding his phone he pressed the floor he needed to be. With a sigh. Finally looking around. Only for his heart to skip on beats looking at the other occupant. Staring at Kong with a smile.

"Hey Kong. How are you?"

Kong blinked and forced a smile, hearing the deep voice of Karlton Smith. Who is an ace actor. Kongpob met many celebrities all through the years. It was exciting at first. But than he saw their true faces. And Karlton here, has been very persistent towards Kong for months now. He doesn't know what Karlton saw in him.

"Hey Mr. Smith." Kong kind of felt uncomfortable with the gaze on himself. Coz he was literally feeling naked.

"Drop the formality..." Karlton shrugged, stuffing his hands inside his ripped Jean's pockets.

Kong smiled again. "Will keep that in mind Mr. Smith..."

Karlton sighed with a tight smile... But Kong can see he was nowhere close to giving up.

"You look beautiful..." Karlton pointed. Checking Kong from head to toe.

Kong smiled again with a nod. "Thank you..."

"So... On your way to the devil?" Karlton smirked.

Kong's body went instantly rigid with the insult obviously pointed Kong's employer's way... He drew in a breathe and faced Karlton properly. Yes Kong knows that man is the devil... But only Kong can call him that.

"He isn't the devil Mr. Smith. He just knows his value... And makes sure others maintain that wall..." Kong answered politely. With a tight smile.

Karlton chuckled raising his hands. "Hey... Easy there... Kidding..."

Kong didn't reply as he crossed his arms and faced to the front again. Waiting for this ride to be just over.

"So... When are you getting free?"

Kong wanted to roll his eyes. But he dropped his guards instead. It's rude. Kong is really humbled that a celebrity like Karlton took interest in him. And he wasn't into playing hard to get. Or boast. He really felt awful sometimes. But he just isn't interested in this man.

He knows that maybe Karlton is a much better option for him. Than the one he was pining so hard for. But yet...

So he faced Karlton again. Meeting his expecting green eyes with a sigh. "Karlton... Look I am sorry... I really am. And I am too much humbled that you think I am worth your time... But this..." Kong pointed between themselves. "Is not gonna happen... In any circumstances. So please... Stop making me feel awful..."

Karlton sighed and smiled small. "You called me by my name..."

Kong let out a frustrated chuckle, shaking his head. "That's all you got?"

Karl shrugged. "Thank you... I don't know how you expect me to just be on my way... After showing how much of an angel you are... But will try..."

Kong sighed, staring deep into the man.

"One dinner?"

"Karlton..." Kong sighed.

"That's all I ask... For a closure... And maybe friendship?" Karlton explained quickly.

Kong contemplated the option, never looking away from Karlton. Then sighed. "One dinner?"

"One dinner." Karl instantly agreed.

"Purely friendly and good hearted?" Kong squinted his eyes.

"All that..."

Kong gnawed his lips, then shrugged. "Okay... One dinner it is..."

Karlton drew in a breathe and let out a relieved chuckle. "Okay... This Saturday... I'll pick you up..."

"No... Just give me the address... I'll be there..."

"I insist I pick you up..." Karl pushed. "One dinner remember?"

Kong rolled his eyes. "Okay fine... Pick me up... I'll give you the address..."

"I know your address."

Kong snapped his gaze at Karl. "Huh? How?"

Karl just grinned like a cheshire.

"That's creepy and stalkerish. I can get you behind bars for invasion of privacy..." Kong reprimanded.

"I still got that one dinner." Karl sighed happily.

Before Kong could retort. The door opened and he stepped out. But not before giving Karl a dirty look. "That dinner better be worth... Or am suing you..."

"Yes Mademoiselle..." Karl bowed.

"Creepy..." Kong shivered stepping out. While Karl chuckled.

"And make sure that idiot is fast enough to catch your feelings... Before it's too late..."

Kong stopped and snapped his gaze over his shoulder. To find Karl shrugging.

"Told you he is the idiot... Not me..." He grinned. "He doesn't know his worth. If he hasn't claimed you yet..."

Kong's breathes caught as the elevator door shut on his face. Making him breathe narrow. He drew in a deep breath and walked where he was supposed to be... Wondering how obvious he exactly was?

Kong shook his head and shrugged away those thoughts as he approached the studio... That the supposed idiotic devil had his shoot in. Kong rushed towards the door, ignoring his aching feet and his eyes gradually widened looking at a very distressed almost sobbing Marilyn waiting for him outside the studio.

Marilyn is new to the job, which Kong's employer's agency appointed. Finding the workload that Kong has to go through. She is much younger than Kong and Kong won't lie but he was sure that the other omega won't last fifteen days... Because the Devil was NOT happy with the arrangements... And Kong had the hardest time in his life in convincing the broody jerk...

But that was eight months ago... Marilyn surprisingly survived... Even was able to be social with the alpha... Getting back two or three words replies... But she did survive... And having her was like a breath of fresh air... She is a first class assistant who almost worshipped Kong, summing down Kong's works to a great extent. And they get to bitch about the best thing in the world... Their employer...

Though looking at her so distressed now, in a messy bun trousers and tunic top constantly sniffing and dabbing a handkerchief under her glasses, also Kong had never felt jealous of a omega in sneakers before... though the stressful face made Kong wonder if she already wrote her resignation...

"What's wrong?" Kong uttered in worry, spreading his arms and engulfing Marilyn. Who started sobbing in relief the moment he saw Kong's face. "What's wrong Marl?"

"He is raising hell..." Marilyn whispered against Kong's chest. Hugging Kong back very tight. "Nothing is satisfying him... He is so upset, so angry..."

Kong gulped a lump... Things sounded out of hand and he wondered what happened. "Did someone tell him something? Did someone call?"

"No..." Marilyn whispered, shaking her head. "No... He was okay when he came in... Then he looked around, I don't know what he was searching for... But it seemed like he didn't find it... And he lost it... Lost it bad..."

"Sshhh... Sshhh it's ok... It's fine..." Kong tried assuring. Though he felt confronted himself. "Did... Did he tell what he was looking for?"

"He won't say anything." Marilyn's voice broke in distress. "You know him... He didn't say anything... And I checked five times... His team, his costumes... His everything was in place..."

"Then.."

"Except you..." Marilyn cut Kong in between his speech. Slowly parting and meeting Kong's frown. "Only you weren't present there Kong."

"Wha..." Kong gaped, feeling his heart skipping on beats. as he gazed wide eyed at Marilyn. His arms still around her body.

"This is the first time you missed his shoot..."

Kong's breath hitched, as he looked at the locked studio's door clenching his jaws... Marilyn was right... Kong never misses his shoots... He arranges everything beforehand. But... Can his presence cause such a disaster? Really?

"You are mistaken..." Kong muttered blankly, staring at the closed door. Then gritted his teeth . "It's just one of his episodes..."

"Maybe... And we will know the answer soon..."

Kong suddenly didn't want to go inside... As he scowled at the closed door. This constant push and pull... This show of hot and cold... Was confusing Kong... He gives his all... But he also has had enough... Making him always wonder and be on edge with wondering whatever that damned alpha wanted...

"Yeah fine, let's go and see..." Kong hissed through his clenched jaws, pulling away and walking towards the door.

"You look beautiful by the way..." Marilyn commented, walking behind Kong now much relieved.

"Not now Marl..." Kong spoke in a monotone, without looking over.

WHAT THE HELL DID THAT MAN WANT! He is a very independent, fast and outgoing individual... Who knows what he wants and doesn't shy away... But this is the first time in his life he wanted to be romantically involved with someone... And he is not blind to not notice the sparks between them... He just wanted the alpha to take the lead... And Kong will give his all later...

But the alpha tended to play mysterious instead... Even though he eye fucks Kong on an everyday basis... Kong just wanted one step from the alpha... He will deal with the rest...

Because he didn't want to loose the job... And the alpha at the same time... And only the alpha can smoothen this rough patch... Just one step is all that Kong wanted. But this game of hide and seek is all that he got in return... And it prickled his neck with chagrin... Angering him more. Making him storm towards the sound of upheavel...

"Yes ma'am!" Marilyn nodded timidly, following Kong without another word. Who said only the alpha is scary... They should meet Kongpob Suthilluk once...

"It's fucking useless..." Kong heard the disembodied growl soon. And he took the corridor towards the changing rooms.

And the sight that braced him was a set of clothes getting thrown at a staff's face from a room. Followed by another.

"You suck at your jobs..." Kong heard another growl. Followed by the disembodied sound of something crashing. "I'll fire you all... Worthless fucking piece of shits..."

"See?" Marilyn whispered just behind. "This is his worst episode..."

Kong drew in a deep breath and strided towards the changing room, his heels tucking smartly on the floor. And his presence was felt soon enough... People looked wide eyed at him... Almost breathing in relief... Then... They ogled him head to toe...

Kong can only sigh as he walked through the path made for him... Only stopping right outside the wide open door. Facing the half naked alpha with loose washed jeans low on his hips, showing the outline of the jockey boxer briefs, completely barefoot. Holding a hair dryer right over his head... With the gesture Kong can tell the alpha was all prepared to toss the poor thing out.

Kong held his all to not rack his eyes through the precise sets of muscles..the abs and shapely arms and wide chest, where Kong dreams of waking up in, on an unhealthy amount of times. Or the veiny pale arms, with spiralling barbed wire tattoo that Kong imagined himself being manhandled with... Everyday.

He slapped himself hundred times in his thoughts and cleared his throat, crossing his arms. Looking deep into the ruby red eyes, rimmed with the lightest shade of sea green. The American Asian genes made created a magic in this man... With sharply chiseled face and naturally straight hair, short on the back and reaching the hollow of cheeks in the front... Now dishevealed and covering half his face. Sharp nose and perfectly bowed flushing full lips. Now set in a hard line... The blade like sharp jawline ticking with the way the man kept clenching his jaws...

Kong's insides trembled, but he held the terrifying stare of the alpha. Taking a step towards the man. Never blinking his eyes. Who seemed to have halted in his movements... Looking intently at Kong... Being frozen.

"Marilyn assist with Mr. Rojnapat's outfit..." Kong ordered, raising his hand towards the alpha. "Charlie... Please get his makeup arranged... I'll see to it..."

"Yes ma'am..." Kong heard their unified answer.

He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind himself... Finally sighing in relief... Resting back against the closed door and closing his eyes... He felt exhausted. And he wanted to scream.

"You will loose clients, contracts and your whole damned career if you keep carrying on like this..." Kong hissed through his clenched jaws, never opening his eyes.

He heard something being dropped on the table. And he didn't bother opening his eyes, as he struggled for breaths.

"You are late..."

Kong heard a deep rumble against his ear. And he didn't have to open his eyes to know that he is caged against the door. With arms right next to his waist. He clawed the fabric over his thighs and turned his face away. Not bothering to open his eyes.

"Where the fuck were you?"

Kong felt his eyes prickle with tears, feeling the alpha sniff his neck... And soon enough his waist was grabbed, as he got pulled against the bare chest. The saree he wore, made the alpha get a direct touch of Kong's skin. It's always been like this... From the very first months... At first Kong was too intimidated to protest... But then he got habituated with the alpha taking comfort from Kong's essence whenever he would be loosing it. And no matter how wrong the arrangements was... Kong has always been comfortable in this man's presence.

The reason of his pain and pleasure... Arthit...

"Where were you?" Arthit sniffed Kong's neck deep. "Why do you look so beautiful?"

Kong stared blankly to his side, biting his trembling lips. Blushing with the thought that Arthit finds him beautiful... This is exactly what he was talking about... The constant game of hide and seek... That had no end.

His heart swelling with the thought that this untouchable monster gets so mushy in front of Kong. Almost following him like a puppy... But why? Kong just needed one word... One word for affirmation...

Kong pushed away. Rubbing away his tears. "Get ready... We are already running late... Your co stars must have had enough of your drama..."

Kong collected and arranged all the products that were thrown around. Ignoring Arthit.

"Where were you?" Arthit asked blankly, following Kong. "Why are you late?"

"Your clothes are ready..." Kong rubbed away his constant tears. Fixing everything, leaning down and picking hundreds of things from the floor.

"Where. Were. You?"

Kong gasped as his elbow was grabbed and he was turned over. His arms folded between their chests and noses brushed. As their eyes fixed with each other. One glaring and the other filled with anger... Kong was fed up...

"Where were you?" Arthit nudged their noses together.

Kong's breaths caught as he glared, gritting his teeth. "It's none of your fucking business..."

Arthit sneered, coming closer. His essence of woodsy rosewood, flared Kong's nostrils... He always liked the masculine essence that Arthit wafts with... Something comforting and alluring about it... Even at that moment...

"Say that again..." Arthit hissed, clawing Kong's belly with his free hand. "I dare you..."

"Its. None. Of. Your. Business." Kong repeated each syllable, holding Arthit's stare defiantly. "There, I said it..."

Kong is down with the idea of submitting... If only this man cleared his feelings and emotions. He is dying to be on his knees for this man... And do the dirtiest of things... But not without assurances. No.

"Kongpob Suthilluk..." Arthit growled, tilting his head. "You are so fucking sexy."

Kong's belly swarmed with butterflies and he had the strongest urge to drop his gaze... But he didn't... He clenched his jaws, trying to push away. Thankfully hearing someone knocking at the door.

"They are paying millions for you..." Kong shoved Arthit away. "Don't ruin your reputation..."

Kong pulled open the door looking away from Arthit. Letting the staff inside. But before he could leave and breathe... Arthit grabbed his wrist and didn't let go no matter how much he glared at Arthit over his shoulder or twisted his wrist to break free. Arthit just kept holding... While he finally cooperated with his make up and clothes.

Kong looked around in defeat. Letting himself be dragged about... Even when Arthit wore his clothes. That shameless jerk didn't even hesitate stripping naked in front of Kong. He never did... It wasn't that Kong minded looking at the perfect pleasing tool dangling... But he still had a little bit of modesty left... So he would look away... So he didn't just give in to his evil side and just drop on his knees to do what his mouth screamed at him to... He can imagine it in his mouth... In him... In...

Kong groaned, feeling like sobbing... He hated his life... And he hated this man who was turning his life more.

"Fuck you Mr. Rojnapat..." He grumbled under his breath when they were making their way towards the sets. Walking ahead Arthit.

Arthit smirked behind. Fixing his black jacket. Over his black shirt and black pants. His black leather flats tucking over the floor. His eyes fixed on the perfect sway of hips walking in front of him. The curves... And he enjoyed the cute little ball of tantrums every time... From years now...

"I bet it will definitely be the other way around." Arthit whispered against Kong's ear, walking past him.

Kong froze, feeling his heart skipping on beats as he blushed... Staring at the retreating back. Gritting his teeth as he glared, while Arthit winked over his shoulder. His smartly set hairs giving glow to his boyish charm.

Kong groaned clawing the air as he stomped his feet, wanting to cause murder. Glaring at Marilyn who was giggling just behind. She cleared her throat and marched away. Not ready to face Kong's wrath.

All the hype Kong felt just moments back ran down the sewer, looking at Arthit cornering another woman against the wall, as he was getting filmed. Lip syncing with the deep melodious voice of him singing his new song. A completely different person, like he wasn't turning the whole place down just moments back..

Getting forgiven by everyone every time with his charms. Even the actress looked smitten... Kong gulped a lump at the scene, with one arm crossed while he used the other to caress over his chest. Feeling his heart clenching... Numbing him... He forgets all his rationality and professionalism in times like this and he hated himself for it...

"Stars in your eyes... Magic in your breath... Like a dream of eden in your touch... My little fairy light..."

Kong's eyes welled with tears, finding Arthit's eyes fixed on him... This is the first time Arthit has written something romantic and not with war in his head like he normally does... And to find his eyes on Kong's while lip syncing his favourite lines from the whole song... Had Kong feeling nauseated.

He has always taken care of Arthit's messes. Infact he knows in his heart that Arthit messes up because he knows Kong always deals with it. He understood what Arthit wanted, what he needed even without Arthit's words. Because Arthit struggles with emotions himself. But Kong didn't want to be understanding this time. No...

So he looked over to leave and get some senses back in his head. But he stopped with a frustrated sigh closing his eyes... Soon hearing the commotion behind. Hearing the crew fussing on why Arthit stopped shooting.

He looked over in indignation and true enough Arthit was looking right his way... Standing in the middle... Looking like a dark knight in his dark suit and smartly swept hair with loose locks. Looking like a demon with his now hazel eyes set on Kong's. Doing nothing but starring Kong's way with an unfathomable expression. While everyone fussed around his silent defiance.

Like everytime after spending few months in his new job... They have done everything... That they weren't supposed to do professionally. Only their physical approach being the thin thread left.

Kong clenched his jaws and fisted his knuckles besides his thighs. Knowing well that the alpha wants Kong to suffer... Until his will bends and he approaches Arthit... He knows the game Arthit was playing and Kong was slowly loosing his mind.

He drew in a shaky breath, his tears hidden in the darker part of the studio. As he walked stiffly back towards the shoot. And sat on one of the unoccupied chair with ragged breaths. His teary eyes fixed on the alpha.

"I am fine now... Let's continue..." Arthit uttered blankly, never looking away from Kong's face.

"Retake..." Someone shouted and everyone went their way instantly. While their eyes kept colliding with each other.

"Wake up..."

Kong grumbled under his breath, hugging his folded knees more as he tucked himself in the uncomfortable position. Not ready to wake up.

The assistant director sighed, rolling his eyes. "Wake up Kongpob.... Wake..."

"I dare you to disturb him one more time."

The director froze hearing the chilling voice behind. He looked over, gulping a lump. To find the singer himself standing there in a black cargo pants, black sweatshirt and boots. Head covered by a baseball cap. Shooting daggers at the director's eyes.

The director just gave a faint nod and ran away from there... Arthit watched him go then looked back at the sleeping face... Sleeping so peacefully even in the uncomfortable position and cramped space... He sniffed and squatted in front of the chair. Watching the beautiful maiden for a while without any other movement.

He raised his hand finally and tucked away the loose strands of hair behind Kong's ear. He has never seen Kong in so much elegance before... He has seen Kong doll up for parties... But never this beautiful... He is always beautiful... But still Arthit's eyes can't get enough... He smiled shaking his head at himself.

"I am a bad person... I know that..." He took Kong's soft hand and took it to his lips. Kissing on it, staring at Kong over his lashes. "But only you can take that... You are stuck..."

The crew members could only shake their heads. As they rolled their eyes and went about their routine... Ignoring the duo. Wishing in their heart that they dealt with their drama sooner... So they could survive.

Kong hugged tight around the sturdy surface that his arms were wrapped around, nudging himself comfortably. Feeling himself floating midair. He soon started waking up from his slumber and he blinked his eyes open. Only for his eyes to go wide. As he snapped his gaze up and his heart leaped out of his chest.

"What are you doing?" Kong struggled in panic, looking around to find himself being carried through the underground parking lot.

Arthit didn't reply as he kept looking ahead and carrying Kong.

"Put me down..." Kong started thrashing. "Put me..."

"Shut up omega..." Arthit snarled pulling Kong close.

Kong whimpered dropping his gaze, for the first time. Hiding his face against Arthit's neck. Trembling from head to toe. Breaking in sobs. Not being able to take it... Making him jab his wrist against Arthit's shoulder and chest.

Arthit smiled, nudging his face against Kong's head. Taking in all the hits. He deserved them.

"Fuck you Rojnapat... I hope you suffer..." Kong sobbed continuing to hit. "Fuck you... I will quit this bloody job and watch you struggle... I promise..."

Arthit just kept smiling, carrying the soft warm mass of feistiness in his arms.

Kong didn't acknowledge Arthit's presence in the whole ride towards his apartment. He just kept rubbing his tears and looking outside the window. While the spawn of devil drove the car.

And he jumped out the moment Arthit parked the car. Without much of a word. And to his despair that jerk followed him. Kong didn't respond or deny... Even when they entered the elevator. He just wanted to sleep. And never wake up.

"Go away." Kong snapped over his shoulder. At the alpha who kept following him with hands stuffed in his pockets.

Arthit didn't follow what was asked and he kept following. Kong groaned stomping away, ignoring the scalding stare racking his back. He wished Arthit just stopped it and fucked him hard instead of playing with him. It's his fault that he spoiled Arthit so much. Always giving him what he wanted... Is it wrong if he wanted it this once.

His thoughts were interrupted finding a red gift box sitting right outside his apartment's door. He frowned stopping in front of the packet... But before he could, he flinched as the packet was snatched away.

Kong glared sideways, gritting his teeth. "That's mine..."

But his words died in his throat feeling the penetrating aura that engulfed him that very moment. Arthit was furious... And Kong gulped a lump, crossing his arms. To hide his trembling knees.

Arthit pulled out a bouquet with a note, reading the paper. His eyes narrowed in two dangerous splits instantly.

"To celebrate your beautiful acceptance..." Arthit read in a low chilling voice. "Do wear it... I'll pick you up. Regards, KS..."

Kong trembled but held Arthit's stare, when he glared at Kong over his lashes. Pulling out a sequined red dress from the bag. A beautiful evening dress. But Kong had no wish to admire it or wear it... Like he had for the lilac hoodie that's resting in his closet. Gifted by someone else.

"What is this?" Arthit showed Kong the dress.

Kong stared at the dress and gulped a lump, facing Arthit again. Holding his gaze again. "A gift?"

Arthit took a menacing step towards Kong and he backed away instantly... His stance crumbles. "Why?"

"I... I am going on a date with Karlton Smith... He asked me out..."

The next moment went in a blur. The things dropping on the floor, his arms pinning over Kong's head... Kong moaned arching and feeling his knees buckle as Arthit kissed him deep. And kissing back came to Kong naturally... He has dreamt of kissing this man for a long time now. His body sang in reaction, feeling Arthit crook his leg between Kong's thighs giving support. But the friction made Kong moan and squirm... Tilting his head either way to feel the touches... That was deprived of Kong.

Who kept losing himself, feeling Arthit run his hands over Kong's torso, his waist, his butt, up his back through his hairs. Down his chest... And Kong gasped feeling Arthit mold his bosoms from over the fabric. Finally.... His body in Arthit's hands... Finally...

Arthit kissed over Kong's neck and down his chest... Over his chest, then back at his lips. Making Kong claw Arthit's hair.

"Reject him..." Arthit hissed kissing Kong deep. "Now!"

Kong snapped his eyes open. His hands are racking through Arthit's hair... Getting a little of his senses.

And he gulped a lump. Holding Arthit close. "Why? Tell me why..."

Arthit didn't reply instead of kissing. And Kong tried to push away... Cupping Arthit's face and meeting his gaze. "Tell me why..."

Arthit struggles with emotions and opening to them. Kong understands that... And he will do anything... For the alpha... He just needs one word... One...

Kong smiled encouragingly, meeting the alpha's confronted gaze. Seeing how Arthit has started clenching his jaws and looking cornered. Kong's smile faltered and he kept dabbing his thumbs over Arthit's cheeks.

"Please?... Just one step..." Kong begged. "One..."

Arthit tried kissing again... With those haunting eyes. Kong choked on his breaths and slapped Arthit right across. The sound resonates through the quiet corridor.

"You are a heartless coward Arthit Rojnapat." Kong whispered, pushing away. While Arthit kept his face turned away holding his cheek. "I quit..."

Kong collected the dress from the floor. Opened his apartment's door and walked in. Shutting it back without much acknowledging Arthit's presence. Keeping him there... His heart broke into a million pieces. He knows he left a part of his heart outside in the distressed alpha... He came from an abusive family... He knows how hard it gets to show emotions... How can he force someone with the same?

Kong jumped to his feet and opened the door again, still holding the dress. Only for his heart to break again. Arthit was gone... Kong dropped on his knees, holding the dress to his chest crying profusely. What did he do...

That was three days ago... Arthit nor the agency contacted him... Seems like he needs to look for a job soon... And a distraction for his broken heart... Because his date is a disaster... And lucky for him Karlton can feel it too.

"Should I drop you?"

Kong jumped to his feet, feeling relieved and Karlton's sad face did nothing to him... He already broke someone else's heart.

"No... I have called in a ride... It will be here soon..."

"Okay..." Karlton sighed, coming to his feet as well. "Be careful..."

They shared a hug... "Thank you Karl... I will return this dress soon..."

"Please don't." Karl whispered. "Keep it..."

Kong didn't protest as he walked away. His long wavy hairs flowing, the long slit on his dress helping him walk faster. As he rushed outside... As fast as his high heels took him. It was raining heavily outside. And Kong was thankful that his ride was there, as he opened the door... But before he could get in... His eyes fell into something... Or someone...

And Kong's heart skipped on beats, looking at the dark bike parked across the road on the opposite side of the hotel... And it's rider waiting while leaning against it... Drenching in rain... Kong felt at a loss as he felt awful and elated at the same time... Making him choke on a sob. As he shut the door back and took one step towards the man... Then another... Until he was fully running towards the man. Ignoring everything... Even the fact that he was bending in front of this man's will again... And he didn't mind it anymore...

Watching as Arthit came to his feet, waiting like a puppy... Looking Kong's way. Shivering and wet from head to toe. Looking at Kong...

Kong did the most legit thing that moment, taking the helmet resting over the bike's tank... The last time he did it... He acted like he was drunk... But not that moment...

"You bastard." Kong hit Arthit's arm with the helmet. Arthit flinched but didn't protest or shield himself. "You manipulative jerk..."

Arthit flinched again... Getting more hits which he didn't protest. As he looked over opening the spare helmet he got...

"You have a car... But you still have to emotionally manipulate me... Pretending to be a sorry ass..." Kong hit over and over. "You jerk, you cheapskate, you manipulative asshole..."

"Here..." Arthit tried to put the spare helmet over Kong's head. "Let's go back... Then I promise I will do anything you want me to..."

Arthit looked so sorry holding the helmet up like a child... Looking at Kong so expectantly that Kong crumbled. Hitting Arthit with more sobs.

"Fine... Fine you win... You win like everytime..." Kong sobbed dropping his head in defeat holding the helmet in front of him. "I love you, you damned spineless jerk... I love you with my everything... You win..."

Realising that love is not about who did what... It's solely on what you gave with your all... The peace is in what you give... Not on what you take...

Arthit gulped a lump, pulling out something from his pocket. Staring at the drenching maiden in front of him... These last few days... He prepared himself with himself and his therapist... To be able to take that one step...

"I... I am finally done with the mansion that we can call home..."

Kong went stiff, listening closely.

"I wanted to give you everything that you never had... A family to call our own..."

Kong looked up in the drenching rain and met Arthit's gaze shivering. As he tilted his head in confusion.

"I... I was about to propose... To... To ask you out..." Arthit stammered. "I swear... I... Never wanted to loose you... Since the day I saw your beautiful face... You inspire me... Everyday... Just like that song..."

Kong's heart broke looking at this strong man being so innocent... And he dropped the helmet cupping Arthit's face, thankful to his heels that he just tipped on his toes a little to rest their foreheads together.

"It's ok." Kong kissed Arthit's nose. "It's okay... You don't have to..."

"You want me to take a step..." Arthit whispered kissing Kong's forehead. "Mind if I take a leap?"

Kong gaped and met Arthit's gaze with parted lips. "What?"

Arthit took a step back and dropped on his knees with a smile. "I don't know about dating and romance... I just know I can't lose you... So... Will you be mine? Forever?"

Arthit opened a ring case and opened it, displaying a solitaire. Shining with the street light.

Kong's jaws dropped. And he felt his heart soaring and cheeks flaming. As he met Arthit's gaze and the devil's dimple.

"Marry me?"

Kong's lips trembled as he shook his head. "You thoughtless fool... This is how you propose? Looking like a wet dog and crashing someone's date?"

Arthit tilted his head. "Is that a yes?"

"Guess I have accepted my fate long back." Kong mumbled to himself, shaking his head and looking at the heavens. Then staring at Arthit again. Who was grinning like a Cheshire. "Stop grinning..."

Arthit dropped his gaze, still holding the ring up. Peeking at Kong over his lashes. "Please?"

Kong didn't think twice. As he approached his left hand, nodding in defeat with tears washing down with the rain. "Yes..."

Arthit perked up, and put the ring around Kong's finger without wasting another second. And Kong closed his eyes in acceptance. Soon feeling arms below his butt as he was lifted off the ground and kissed under the rain. Life never seemed so pretty before...

Their moment was broken when the rain suddenly stopped and they heard squeals. Kong parted and looked sideways. To only frown, looking at Tutah clicking their photos. Along with Arthit's other friends with Marilyn. And... Bright was holding a hose pipe, just like one of Arthit's other friends.

Kong tilted his head... Then everything became clear to him. While Tutah was being glared at by everyone... Who looked around like a kid...

"What? I had to capture the moment..."

Kong closed his eyes trying not to combust as Arthit gently put him down. A hose pipe for fake rain? And Kong fell victim... What is wrong with him?

"Babe... Sweetheart... My little fairy light... I can explain..." Arthit tried calling Kong.

"Your car is here as well Mr. Rojnapat." Marilyn added fuel to the fire and Arthit gulped a lump. Finding Kong glaring at him with his lavender eyes.

"Alpha Arthit Rojnapat..." Kong smiled menacingly, taking a step towards Arthit.

Arthit gulped a lump, taking a step back.

"You said you'll do what I asked you to didn't you?" Kong tilted his head.

"Yes love I will..." Arthit was not lying.

"Then stand still while I stab my heel right through your throat." Kong opened both his shoes.

Arthit didn't wait as he ran for his life... Nothing like the unapproachable alpha anymore... But just someone sick in love. Soon getting hit by the first shoe against his back. While Kong was determined to stab the other right through Arthit's neck. Running after him.

"GET YOUR SORRY ASS BACK HERE..."

Arthit didn't listen to what Kong said... And Kong felt safe and happy for the first time in his whole life. While their friends watched.

Guess that is love...

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