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Kong stood under the warm sun... Feeling his toes curling over the white sand, the waves crashing against his feet... The silence of the secluded private beach, broken by the sounds of strong howling wind and endless crash of ocean waves... There were a few yachts far away... The endless blue sky scattered with cotton clouds... It's vastness is occasionally interrupted by flying seagulls that were crying overhead...

But nothing compared to the blue ocean... Sparkling under the sun... It's infinite expanse so beautiful and mysterious...

Kong opened the robe he was wearing, letting it bunch around his feet... Standing in his Prussian blue swimming one piece... Hugging around his body and gently maturing curves... His sandy brown hair glides with the wind, his grey black eyes... Now the shade of silver... Changing over the years... So silver that it resembled a pair of diamonds under the sun... Only their pupils were the darkest of black... He resembled an exotic doll with his light dusky skin and god gifted features...

Kong felt something as he walked deeper into the water. He looked down, squinting his eyes with the reflection of the oval blue diamond of the necklace that he wears... Sparkling under the sun... Resting between his developing bosoms... Kong touched it... Caressing gently over the pendant. He doesn't remember opening it... Since the last time he put this on for the first time...

It's been five years... Five whole years... Since he last saw... Bobo...

Kong looked towards the crashing clear blue waves again, putting on his diving goggles and sucked in the mouth of the snorkel connected to it... And when the waves reached till his chest... He dived in, gently flapping his feet as he swam deep into the water...

There was no contact from Arthit in all these years... Even when they tried to reach out... Kong invited him for his birthday for three consecutive years but there was no response... Even after Kong said that he missed Arthit... He missed Arthit a lot... He didn't know why... But he couldn't stop missing him... Though he stopped sending invitations...

He assumed that his invitations never reached Arthit... But he was wrong... Because every year he will be graced with gifts... Luxurious gifts... From rare bunnies, to fishes for Kong's aquarium, to clothes, abundance of school supplies and plushies... And this year... He got an early present... A slick black Maybach... With a note... Saying...

Happy coming of age year... A small present to help Princess Wolfie to travel around...

Kong smiled at the coral fish that circled around him... He is indeed coming of age this year... He is turning twelve this year... His body has already started changing... Developing like it should for an omega...

So he can keep tabs on Kong's life but never visit... Though the only consolation in all this... Are the handwritten notes that he receives with his gifts every year... The notes that he kept safely... Although he really wished... Arthit visited him... Instead of sending the gifts...

Like during the shows he receives teddies and a bouquet of sunflowers... Everytime.

Kong was very attracted to glitz and glamour... And when he saw a show with young children modelling... He was spellbound and very keen on what he wanted to be... And he made it very clear to his parents... Especially to his ever protective, possessive father... Though Dean never stopped him from anything...

Lisa was against it... She wanted to grow a homely omega... But no one could defy Dean... And his glare...

So Kong let Dean know his wishes... Of becoming a model... Without his father's influence... Dean was very reluctant... But he gave in to Kong's tears and took him to an audition. Though nine year old Kongpob made his father wait outside... Knowing well... Dean will raise hell if anything goes sideways... And Kong didn't want that.... So he was accompanied by his mother... Leaving back a very fuming Dean behind...

Kong got selected... For a show... And that was the turning point of his life... Kong was so passionate about his choice of career that he worked hard... With the grooming and his acting classes... Now... Slowly making a name for himself... Especially for his eyes...

And when he appeared for his first ramp walk... He received a bouquet of sunflowers and a teddy bear as congratulations... And these were not from his father... Kong was excited... Because he assumed Arthit came... But Arthit wasn't there... He never came...

But Kong kept receiving assurances that Arthit kept tabs on him... From way back... How? Kong didn't know... Because he knows Arthit doesn't contact his parents... Neither respond to them.

Kong swam backwards, facing the surface of the ocean... The Sunray peeking through the crystal waves... Twirling and gliding deeper with the little friends that kept circling around him... He stayed underwater for a while, before slowly swimming up to the surface again...

Though every year during his birthday... He did see a strange dream of Arthit's presence next to him... And every morning... He will be left more disappointed.

He gasped and brushed his hair back staying afloat on the surface... The white sandy shore of his father's private beach visible at a distance... Their pristine white mansion stood grandly over the cliff. Kong smiled... He can now freely feel familiar with everything... Familiar with the fact that it's his home... He dived in the water again... The tides weren't so high yet which made it easier for him...

Because the next time he emerged he was close to the surface... And to his delight, his bodyguard was standing right there. In a beige linen pants and white shirt, with slippers. Kong hated looking at them wearing suits in this tropical climate. So he protested... And Dean always does what Kong wants...

"Mingming..." He called aloud over the howl of the crashing waves. As he waved and swam to the surface.

The said person sighed with a shake of head. Going closer to the crashing waves... Looking at his beautiful subject of protection emerging from the surface and walking towards him with a huge smile...

Ming smiled, Kong is different... So different from anyone he ever met in his life... Sweet and kind... His beauty is a huge bonus... And he is growing gorgeously... Ming for the first time didn't hate the job assigned to him... Because protection towards the maiden... The Princess of the Sutthiluk family came as an instinct to him... The true blood scanned with his sharp eyes around as he held the bathrobe open.

Kong rolled his eyes, looking at Ming scanning everything like always... His strikingly handsome features contorted in alert. Kong sighed... Who can possibly want to hurt him... Ming is always so... Extra... But... Kong loves him... He loves Ming so much.

"There's no one Mingming..." Kong smiled, sliding into the bathrobe that was held open for him.

"Good morning to you too Princess... Thank you for sneaking out again and for getting me an earful..."

Kong pouted, as he looked up at the taller man. "I am sorry... I just wanted to swim a bit... And you all never leave me alone..."

Ming didn't reply, as he squatted and held Kong's slippers. Kong instantly stepped away. "See what I mean? I can wear my slippers myself Mingming..."

Kong stormed away from there barefoot... Followed by a sighing Mingming. They are always around him... Always... Wherever he goes... Especially Mingming. Always guarding him... For what? He is just an ordinary omega... He is simply Dean Sutthiluk's child. What is the big deal about it?

Kong stormed inside a small contemporary cabin that was built right under the cliff. With white interiors, a single floor bed with nightstand, a huge mirror that opened to a cosy walk in closet, wooden cabinets beside it with photographs on top of it, heavy glass door opening to the beach, a electric fireplace, a reading corner stuffed with books and a huge bean bag in front of it. The floor is covered in fuzzy grey carpet. Its walls were decorated with portraits of family... Kong... And... One of Arthit that Kong stealthily clicked. Kong still doesn't know why he made Arthit a part of his life... Still...

He was part of Kong's own little escaped... When things get overbearing. Or when he just wants to be with himself...

He threw his bathrobe across the room and marched inside the bathroom, fuming in anger. The other guard that stays with Ming as a trainee silently picking it up. Then straightening his back when Mingkwan walked inside. He took the bathrobe from Noel... And walked towards the bathroom door, crossing his arms behind and waiting outside. Holding the bathrobe tight.

Kong walked inside the glass shower chamber. He opened his swimsuit and stood under the warm shower, letting the water wash off the salty texture and the sand... Shampooing and conditioning his hair thoroughly... He is understanding... All the time... But sometimes he just wishes to be free... Atleast for an hour... Dean made him this place for the same... But...

This cozy corner couldn't be penetrated by bullets or thunder or water... Its under surveillance 24/7, except for inside... Always with eyes on himself... And Kong feels boxed sometimes... He doesn't even have many friends... Except for few who are brave enough to continue talking to him even with Ming around.

Ming is very handsome, tall and with perfect features... But that never makes him any less intimidating. Infact it makes him a level more intimidating... And he is always around... Kong adores Ming... And sometimes he feels bad that he cant even breath for himself except guarding Kong. It feels like slavery... And Kong hates it more than his freedom sometimes.

When he came out wearing a new bathrobe... Ming was there as expected. Kong glared at him and marched inside his walk in closet. Leaving a smiling Ming behind... Who kept waiting again.

Kong chose a summer dress for himself... Ice blue in colour reaching mid thighs, with string sleeves tied on his shoulders. His chest hurts these days... Very much, even with the simplest movements or touch... His mother said it's because his body is changing now... And got her comfortable sports bras which gave him enough comfort. Cotton is the best fabric in the world...

Kong was exhausted with his own overthinking by the time he emerged from the walk in closet again. And he plopped himself against Ming's belly when he saw the man again.

His eyes falling on a photograph placed next to his parents over the nightstand... Meeting those hazel eyes... And Kong felt something clog his throat... As he gulped down a deep lump.

"He is much much older than you, Kong... You can't expect him to come and explain his absence to you... He is much busier and much more mature for that... You are still very young."

Kong recalls Lisa scolding him, when she nagged her... About Bobo... No... About his father's step brother... Arthit Rojnapat. And it's been a few years since then... But Kong never asked about Arthit... Except for when it will be his birthday... He will casually mention inviting Arthit... Without nagging like before...

Infact he doesn't recall his childish tantrums anymore... Because the more he grew... The more Lisa became strict with him... Making him learn a precise process of growing... Like an omega... Only his father would let him be sometimes... But Dean is a busy man and his mother rules the household. More the reasons he wanted these little escapeds. Where he can be himself. Without monitoring.

He... Kong felt tears well in his eyes... He just wanted to see Arthit one more time... Just once. A glimpse is all that he asks for... Kong turned his face away, hiding it against Ming's belly and hugging him tight. Ming caressed the young omega's head and held him close.

Kong wished... He grows up...

Maybe then... His mother will think that he is compassionate and humble enough... To not let his father's wealth get to him and make him bratty... That he is still that small Kongpob... Just a little less scared of everything...

His father might stop being so overprotective... And think that Kong is safe enough even without monitoring...

And... Kong's breaths caught.... Arthit will think it's important to visit him instead of sending gifts. Like formalities...

He wished... He just wished...

"Want me to dry your hair?"

Kong bit on his trembling lips, nodding rapidly. "Yes please..." Kong's voice broke as he gulped down rapidly to stop himself. Parting from Ming and looking away... Quickly wiping his tears away...

"Stop crying to get things done your way all the time..."

Kong closed his eyes tight, biting on his lips as he sat in front of the mirror. Staring blankly at his lap... While he felt Ming drying his hair. With rolling combs, making sure he made Kong's hair bouncy and wavy... Once done... He made sure Kong wore an ample amount of sunscreen on his whole body along with lip care.

"What's bothering you?" Ming asked curiously. Applying sunscreen on Kong's legs. Knelt in front of the omega.

Kong looked at his reflection in the mirror. A doll... A father always loves calling him a doll... Pretty and adorable. And he didn't know... If he really started being like one...

He loves being pretty and adorable... He loves being a doll... But just hypothetically... He didn't like feeling like one...

"Nothing Mingming..." Kong smiled small, looking away from his grey black eyes. As his bouncy hair wrapped around himself. "I was just being a brat... Sorry I got you into trouble..."

Ming looked at the omega's sad face while applying sunscreen through the pretty toes. Kong giggled trying to pull his feet away. Making Ming chuckle as he intensified his attack, holding the feet tight.

"Mingming stop..." Kong cried, holding Ming's shoulders trying to push away and pull his feet free at the same time.

"Okay... Okay... Now let's go have breakfast..." Ming put a pair of flip flops on Kong's feet. Staring at the beautiful face. Smiling suits Kongpob very much. "Guess who is back..."

Kong snapped his gaze at Ming with wide eyes, meeting his emerald eyes... His eyes twinkled with moisture. "Daddy?" Kong's voice was a mere whisper.

Ming nodded with a warm smile. Looking at the glimmer of hope instantly filling the beautiful eyes. Dean was finally back after fifteen days... He wanted it to be a surprise for Kong... But the poor thing looked so sad that Ming broke the rule.

"Please take me to him..." Kong pleaded with tender eyes.

"Yes Princess... Right away..." Ming came to his feet and approached a hand towards Kong, who held it and came to his feet. "And one more thing..."

Kong stopped and looked sideways, tilting his head back. Making Ming smile warmly.

"You are not a brat little one..." Ming tapped Kong's nose.

Kong blinked and smiled giddy as he nodded, feeling a new hype as he took the next step. They walked hand in hand towards a door almost camouflaged with the pristine white wall on the opposite side. Ming opened it with a code and they entered an elevator. Followed by the man that always stays with Ming.

Kong stood blankly as Ming punched another code again on the dialpad. Followed by his fingerprint. And the elevator started lifting them up. The glass fronts show debris as it rises. But after just a little while... They faced the vast blue ocean through the glass. Giving a view till a very far off distance. Kong loves this elevator ride... Sometimes coming here during the thunderstorm... To just stand and watch the might of nature...

"Kongpob Sutthiluk..."

Kong was pulled out of his thoughts, hearing the stern voice. He gulped a lump and stood over the marble floors. Feeling the glare on his face... He didn't look up or try to be cute to get his mother's apology... Because that seemed to only irritate her more... So he stood there quietly without raising his eyes. Pulling his hand away from Ming. Staring at his mother's beige stilletos.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, SNEAKING OUT ALONE AGAIN? CAN'T YOU BE A GOOD CHILD FOR ONCE? CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN?"

Kong flinched, feeling his lips tremble. As he clenched and unclenched his knuckles against his belly. He knows the workers are there... He knows everyone can listen to Lisa... He knows everyone thinks he is a brat... But he is not. He just wanted to swim... He just feels too sad... About everything... He was not being a bad child.

"ANSWER ME."

"I am sorry mother..." Kong whispered, never raising his eyes.

"Sorry? You think that word would've solved anything if something happened and it caused trouble to everyone? You are not a child anymore... Grow up for god's sake... You tire me out so terribly..."

Kong clenched his jaws as hard as he could. Not wanting to let a single sob leave his lips. Knowing well Lisa will only take it as Kong's trick.

"Crying? Are we?"

Kong shivered with the coldness in Lisa's voice. And shook his head rapidly in reply. Feeling so ashamed of his life... So embarrassed of everything... Being looked down on all the time... In front of those who don't fail calling him Princess.

Princess? Is he? Is this how they are treated? With invisible shackles that they can't break from... And if they try to open them... They get judged for being selfish...

"How many times have I told you, not to try getting everything with tears?"

Kong shook his head. He just feels sad... He wasn't trying anything... He didn't cry on purpose... He just couldn't hold himself... He is just sad... So sad...

"How..."

"That's enough."

Kong stiffened hearing the deep voice. Feeling the stiffness that locked his muscles instantly loosening and all the suffocation vanish... Making him so light that he almost felt dizzy.

"Just great..." Lisa uttered in frustration. "Go ahead just spoil him and make me the villain..."

Kong didn't raise his gaze once. Standing there as still as he possibly can. Not to upset anyone... But his stance kept crumbling when he heard footsteps approaching his way... And soon the polished oxfords came to his vision. He slumped when he finally saw the face. As his father squatted in front of him.

"Hey munchkin..." Dean mumbled in his deep voice. Tilting his head at the lowered, red blotched face. "Hey sweetheart... You look so beautiful..." Dean held the small hands on his own and pulled them away from Kong's belly. Holding them on his own. He dabbed gently over the fragile knuckles and took them to his lips. "Daddy is home... Won't you welcome me?"

Kong choked on his sob, instantly crumbling with the warm voice. He raised his eyes and the moment they met with the blue green pair he couldn't hold back anymore... As he wept freely... His father's presence, the only time when he would feel free... He stepped between his father's parted knees and cupped his face with his small hands. Crying miserably...

"Daddy..." Kong's voice broke as he failed to form words. As he held Dean's face and looked deep into his eyes. "I am not a brat..." He hid his face against Dean's neck, holding tight. Muffling his sobs... Feeling miserable about so many things.

Dean sighed, closing his eyes as he held the small frame tight against himself. He came to his feet, making Kong straddle his hips as he walked away... Letting his child cry as much as he wants to... Walking away from there... Without acknowledging Lisa... Who felt terrible...

But she can't help it... She just wants her child to be perfect in every sense... So that... In the future... When it's time... He can be the Queen... That he is destined to be...

"Who took my appointment?" Dean tilted his head, confused. Holding his sleeping child in his arms. Covered in his jacket. While he sat in their living room... Surrounded by his assistants.

He faced the omega standing in front of him. Mayur Singhala. His cute pixie like face flushing as he fidgeted like always in front of Dean.

"Demelo Stones... He is a producer..."

"And why is he taking my appointments again?" Dean wanted to laugh looking at the nervous omega who was close to crying.

"He wants to... Wants to cast our Princess... For his next series..."

Dean went blank, as he looked down at the sleeping face. Slumped innocently against his chest. He covered his beautiful child again, holding him possessively. Facing Mayur one more time. He hated Kong's choice of career that exposed him to so many eyes... He always wants to bundle his precious treasure and hide him up. But he also knows Kong loves his job... And he didn't want to be another Lisa... He wanted everything that makes Kong happy.

Mayur looked at the man who helped him... Gave him a home... Being born in India, an orphan who was abandoned at the mere age of five, by his own parents... Just because he was an omega... Mayur was adopted in an orphanage... Who gave him a new life...

Mayur worked hard to be able to earn a living for himself. To be independent one day... Earning a degree of mathematics for himself... His trust in human beings is never the same after his parents. But then he met an alpha... Who broke through his walls and promised him a future full of dreams. And like a fool, Mayur followed those dreams... Followed the man far away from his country... To UK... Thinking he will finally have something for himself...

Oh how wrong was he...

Because after the first night he spent together with that man... Who thankfully didn't mark him... He found himself sold off... To an omega brothel. Breaking him... Days went by... Followed by weeks... And each day he resisted... He refused... Anyone... Anything... Seeking help from each alpha sent to him... And no one helped... No one rescued... All he did get... Was constant harassment and beating. Making him wish for death...

Because being on alert all the time... To not eat food that wasn't supervised by him... To fight for not getting raped... Was getting to him... Slowly crumbling his will... Slowly breaking him... Making him close to giving up and doing what was expected of him... And he did...

The night that man came... Mayur has given up all his hope by then... And he laid himself lifelessly... To just accept it all...

"Necrophilia is not really my thing, Mouse..." Mayur had shivered hearing the heavily accented deep voice.

Mayur still recalls the shiver he felt hearing the deep voice... Stirring something inside him... Strumming some strange strings in his heart. While his spirit whined in front of the True Blood...

He had turned towards the man hovering over the bed. In a black suit... Hands stuffed in his pockets, looking down at Mayur with tentative eyes. With a tilted head... And Mayur couldn't help but blush and pull for the covers on his semi naked self... Wearing a sheer white lingerie... Recalling how he looked away feeling his emotions take over again... The presence of the man... Doing something strange to him...

"What are you doing here... If you have to be so emotional about it...."

Mayur felt his insides screaming at him to ask for help... That his freedom might be this man... Screaming for this man... The smell of cinnamon and cyprus reminding him of home... He knew what he was feeling... But he didn't want to accept it.

"I didn't pay for silence omega..." Mayur shivered again. With the voice so deep and like honey. Calling for his obedience...

Which he did. As he faced the man again and slowly sat down sideways. Shivering from head to toe. "Help me... Please..."

That man tilted his head, towering over Mayur with a blank face. "With what?"

Mayur gulped a lump and told him everything... Repeat his plea one more time. Only this time he added all the details because the alpha was listening. And once he was done, the man leaned down slowly making Mayur crouch with ragged breaths. He held the covers tight against his chest and lowered his eyes when the alpha caged him. Putting his hands on each side of his thighs, over the bed. Making him curl his toes...

The essence of cinnamon and cyprus diffused with the faint hint of smoke and peppermint was making Mayur dizzy. Reminding him so much of where he was born... Shimla...

"And why should I believe an omega working for a brothel?" Mayur had felt his chest tightening with the words. But he didn't raise his eyes... Holding the covers tight. "What if you are just lying... To get away from here... With your sad story... To gain sympathy... From rich clients... What if I am not the only one you played this trick with..."

If it was previous Mayur... He would've slapped the alpha right across his face... His pride is too high to accept such obligations... But now... He understands... The man didn't lie... Each person who comes here is rich and powerful... They pay thousands for entertainment and to let out their stress. He has seen the other residents here to have permanent clients who favour them with luxury... And money... So he understands the alpha.

"Do you have any proof for your authenticity?"

Mayur recalls biting on his trembling lips as he shook his head without once raising his eyes. Holding the covers tight. Shivering with the way the alpha's aura dominated the small, dimly lit room. He can sense the alpha was getting irritated. And like he said he has given up... Just expecting the hits like always... For ruining their money and time...

"Guess I wasted my time and money for nothing..." Mayur stiffened hearing the alpha's oddly calm voice, feeling the penetrating eyes on his face as he kept still, like a Mouse...

Mayur expected the hits anytime. But instead he felt something different... He raised his eyes and saw the alpha walking out of the room and closing the door behind. Leaving Mayur untouched... And in a dilemma because for the first time he didn't like the feeling of being left untouched...

"Fine... Call him for dinner..." Mayur was pulled out of his reverie with Dean's command. Making him look at the man.

He drew in a deep breath and nodded. "Yes sir..."

Now he works as a private teacher and manager for young Kongpob Sutthiluk... It has been three years since then. And his life wasn't miserable anymore... Lonely... But not miserable.

"Can I take him with me?" Mayur pointed towards the sleeping omega in Dean's arms.

Dean looked around at his associates then sighed with a nod. Mayur watched with a smile and longing as Dean coaxed Kong awake... Softly crooning and whispering at him to wake up... And Kong did, stretching his arms and whining to snuggle up against his father's chest again. Making Dean chuckle, while the others present in the room smiled fondly.

"Come on munchkin... See, miss is waiting for you..." Dean mumbled, kissing Kong's face.

That seemed to have caught Kong's attention. As he peered from Dean's chest, half his face was hidden with Dean's jacket. Mayur blinked and smiled at the young omega's face.

"Good evening, Kong... Time for studies..." Mayur tilted his head. Smiling.

Kong whined again and threw his limbs around in protest. "No... Daddy see... He always makes me suffer..."

Mayur sighed. As he stepped closer to Dean and pulled Kong away carefully, kneeling down in front of them to make sure the jacket around Kong's body was intact properly, to cover him up. As he made Kong stand up while he whined and protested.

Mayur is habituated by this... Kong becomes an actual child in front of his father... He is a different person in front of Lisa. And this happy version... Is Mayur's favourite version.

"I thought we could go shopping?" Mayur mumbled under his breath. Then met a very attentive Kong's gaze again. Batting his lashes. "But fine... Stay with your Daddy... I will go alone..."

"No no wait..." Kong jumped to his feet, wearing his father's jacket. As he looked up at his pretty miss. Wearing a cotton trouser and white tunic top. Straight hip length hair parted from the middle and bangs covering his forehead. Making his round pale face with brown eyes and soft features look like a pixie. Mayur is so pretty that Kong can stare at him all day.

"I want to go shopping..." Then he looked at his father in a dilemma. "Daddy will come with us... Right Daddy?"

Dean sighed... And that was enough to make Kong upset. "You are busy?"

"I will meet you all for dinner? How about that?" Dean tried to coax. " For now you can enjoy your shopping spree."

Kong stepped closer to Dean and cupped his face again. "Daddy... I am earning now... Don't work so hard... Take away everything that I earn, instead of saving it... Rest for sometimes... I will work hard to earn... For you and mommy... And Mayur and Mingming and uncle Knott... And..."

Kong stopped gulping down lumps, but Dean was too occupied in his own emotions to read the next words. As he smiled widely, hugging Kong to his chest. He can see his wife standing at the end of the corridor with a proud smile.

"I will sweetheart..." Dean whispered kissing Kong's shoulder, looking thankfully at his wife. "I will let you take care of me... But for now... Let Daddy do the work... And... I will rest every now and then..."

Dean looked at his associates who had a fond smile on their lips. Giving me assuring nods to Dean. Mayur smiled proudly as well... Happy that he teaches this little ball of sunshine.

" You promise?" Kong sniffed Dean's essence. Parting and caressing Dean's head. "You deserve to rest... Please?"

"Yes... Mother... I will..." Dean took Kong's little knuckles to his lips and kissed them. Then went ahead to peck Kong's lips tight. "I love you so much, Munchkin..."

Kong scrunched his face and pushed away. "Eww daddy... I have grown up now... Don't kiss me like a baby..."

Dean gaped, feeling heartbroken... "No you haven't... You are still my baby... Always will be..." Dean went ahead to kiss Kong tight a few more times. And Kong giggled with protests.

"No I am grown up now..."

"What do you mean?" Dean gasped in horror. "You won't marry me when you grow up like you promised?"

Kong blushed, covering Dean's mouth then threw his head back with a whine. Feeling embarrassed of himself for making that promise... What was he thinking?

"Daddyyyyyy... Comeee onnnn... I can't marry my Daddy..." Kong then pouted, meeting Dean's gaze. "I have grown now... And I know I can't marry you..."

"No..." Dean panicked. "You take that back right now... Where is my innocent little pumpkin... Where is my precious bean who used to love me more than anything... And swore to marry me..."

"All grown up..." Kong giggled.

"Well... Do you have someone more important than me now?" Dean was restless.

Kong's smile vanished for a moment. Only to come back in full force, only refusing to reach his eyes. And that... Dean didn't miss.

"His name is Ashton Newt... An Alpha... He is my age... He gives attention to me and is kind and helpful... He also plays basketball." Kong grinned, looking at Dean's face going pale every passing second. But those words hurt Kong.

"And he is excited for my birthday and more than willing to come... He thinks I am the most important person in the world... And missed his family dinner to come to my pageant show..."

Dean's jaw kept dropping every passing second and Lisa was already contacting their physician as she rushed towards the living room. Holding in her urge to laugh. While Dean's associates knew very well... Dean will not be working this evening at any cost.

"And he is my special guest for my birthday..." Kong ended proudly.

"I thought Bobo... Will always be your special guest..." Dean was desperate for disaster management. Feeling hyper ventilated.

Kong didn't let his smile falter. "Don't be silly Daddy... I have grown up and I know... Uncle Arthit... Is a busy man... He doesn't have time for stupid birthday parties... Moreover he sent his kindness... That's enough for me..."

Dean didn't like it one bit... He hated everything about it. But Kong smiled. "I have invited him, daddy..."

"No..." Dean stammered. "No no no... Not till I meet him..."

"I already did, daddy... See you at dinner..." Kong giggled running off. "Bye Daddy... Bye mommy..."

"Don't be late... " Lisa called after her running child.

Kong was already gone, followed by Mayur. She sighed and looked at her husband, instantly holding in her urge to roll her eyes. Looking at him gaping where Kong disappeared with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

"Dean..."

"Did you?... Did he... How can..." Dean gasped between trembling breaths. Looking at his wife. "How can... How he..."

"Dean..." Lisa panicked, caressing Dean's shoulder. "Breath... Honey breath..."

Dean drew in deep breaths and paced around with fisted hands on his hips. Actually looking comical. As he puffed his mouth for better respiration.

"Dean..." Lisa called worriedly as Dean suddenly stopped, with his back to everyone. "Dean..."

She flinched as Dean looked over with Ruby eyes. His aura engulfing everything. And his lips curved in a sinister smile which didn't meet his deranged cold eyes.

"Ashton Newt right?" Dean's grin and cold voice ran shivers down everyone's spine. "I am going to kill him..."

Lisa's eyes widened as Dean stormed out. "DEAN FOR GOD SAKE HE IS JUST A KID..."

Lisa ran after Dean and she wasn't the only one... Knott and his other associates followed strat... Knowing well... If they didn't stop Dean... He will kill Ashton Newt.

Mayur was sitting inside Kong's new car with the said person right beside. Completely unaware of the ruckus that's burning the mansion that moment. While Kong drank his fruit slurry.

He kept tucking on his hair as he leaned back and concentrated out the tinted window on his side. Going back to memory lane again.

Months... It's been two months since he last saw the man... Mayur felt disappointed, hurt and hopeless... Because he can't stop thinking about the man whose scent and presence he just couldn't get out of his head. The meeting gave him a new hope... And he was ready to fight again. For what? He doesn't know...

But strangely... He didn't have to continue his fight... Because he didn't get a single client after that night... No one even bothered him... It relieved Mayur and made him weary at the same time. Because he didn't know what to expect.

Until one day... The middle aged omega who was very interested in torturing Mayur graced him with her presence. Mayur felt like dying each time he saw her... Because she is the one who molested Mayur the most. In the name of grooming. Touching his privates, grabbing his breasts... With hunger and words so ruining...

Though she didn't do it for the last two months... Letting Mayur be. But he wondered what she was doing here that day...

"I don't have time for drama and you have caused me nothing but trouble since you came here... Refusing affluent clients who wanted your presence. And omegas who aren't of any use to me are better dead... So... This is your last chance..." She threw something at Mayur's face, who held it on instinct staring at it. Feeling bile rising. "Your client has this specific request for you... Clean yourself, put this on and don't create another drama... Or you will be entertaining my wolves tomorrow... In their cage."

Mayur held the pieces of lace against his chest. Wondering if fighting is better or losing the fight anyways and dying? He closed his eyes with trembling lips. He didn't want to die... But he didn't want to live like this either... This omega no matter what... Fed him, gave him shelter, was kind to him at first... So he will do this last favour to her... And himself.

He walked towards the bed he slept on... Covered with fur covers and fluffy decors around his room... His fake name being Pixie... Because everyone says he resembles one. And they took it literally... Giving him a soft fluffy room... Which is an irony. He pulled out the dagger he kept under his pillow. Held it one hand and held the lingerie in the other.

Mayur smiled at the dagger... Finally... He will use it...

That night when the door to his dimly lit room opened, he was wearing a lace two piece red lingerie. Which emphasized all his curves. Dolled up, with his naturally straight hair wrapping around him. He waited on the bed with his legs folded beneath his hips. He looked up and his world crumbled and gave him a last spark as he saw the same man again. Walking inside with his aura deafening everything again.

Mayur felt a teary smile as he moved his wobbly knees and rushed down the bed towards the man. He threw himself against tall form and closed his eyes when he was held back.

"You seem excited today..."

Mayur didn't reply as he basked in the warmth, feeling a numbing pain course through his heart. Numbing his left part. He snuggled against the chest with a smile that made him feel like being stabbed a hundred times.

"I am sorry for the drama last time... Alpha... I won't waste your money or time again this time..." He parted and looked up to meet the pair of emerald eyes. "Thank you for choosing me again..."

He recalls gasping and clawing the alpha's shoulder for keeping his grounds when the man kissed him... So deeply that his world spun. Holding around him with his strong arms... Lifting him off the ground. Mayur didn't hesitate reciprocating this time. As he slumped himself in the mercy of this alpha. Who carried him to his bed. And the next few hours were a mixture of bliss, pain, hurt and ecstasy. Leaving Mayur a mess.

Blushing and avoiding the alpha when he was done and sniffing Mayur's neck. Still inside Mayur, catching his breaths. While he kept looking away with curled toes. Feeling like a virgin all over. The Alpha made him feel like one... Making him bleed.

"You are worth every penny, Mouse..." The alpha had uttered with pants kissing Mayur's forehead. Leaving Mayur broken and dead.

He is finally a plaything now... With his own choice. But it's okay... Mayur fell asleep, wishing he slept longer this time... Knowing this might be his last sleep.

But when he woke up... He found himself inside a car. Sleeping on a seat, tucked in a huge jacket. His disoriented brain didn't make sense for a moment until he noticed the man sitting right on the opposite side. Making Mayur sit straight with a jolt. Looking down at himself. Wearing a cotton dress with the jacket acting like his blanket.

He gulped a lump and sat on the huge seat, folding his legs beneath his hips. As he tucked his unruly strands and held the jacket tight around himself. Squirming under the tantalizing gaze of the man sitting so silently on the opposite side with crossed legs.

"Is this a dream? Am I in heaven?"

The man snorted and Mayur felt butterflies again. "What makes you feel like heaven in my presence? You have any idea who I am?"

Mayur shook his head and the man nodded. " What am I doing here?"

"I brought you from the brothel..."

Mayur felt his heart skipping on beats and tears well his eyes when he heard that. He didn't say anything but just nodded. Definitely feeling like a fool to think that this is much better.

"You are free now... If you are positive..."

"Thank you..." Mayur didn't have any other word. "For coming back..."

"You're welcome..." The man uttered flatly. And they remained silent all through the next part of the ride.

"What happens now?" Mayur couldn't help asking.

"That's an interesting question..." The man took a glass from the fancy stand beside him taking a sip of the liquid in it. "What do you think is going to happen now... You were a pricey deal afterall..."

Mayur blushed, dropping his gaze feeling embarrassed and giddy. He felt deranged with whatever he was feeling... But above all... He felt so safe in this man's presence... Who is slowly proving to be worse than his worst nightmare with just his presence.

"I have nothing to give you..." Mayur whispered.

Shivering with the way the man chuckled next. "Stating the obvious are we..."

Mayur clenched his jaws as he met the man's stare in the almost dark interior. "I have myself..."

"Not so useless now right?"

Mayur is not useless. Though broken but not useless. As he quickly wiped off the tear that rolled down his eyes. It's a way of giving up on life too. Right?

He nodded. "I am not... So... Where do we stand. Now?"

"Where a mistress stands..."

Mayur felt something twist his gut as he nodded blankly. "Yes sir..."

"And like I stated... You are worth every penny..."

Mayur just sat there... Because honestly... He didn't mind... He didn't mind at all... So he smiled with a blush, never looking away from the shaded emerald eyes. "Can I atleast know your name?"

"Tell me yours first... Pixie.... It suits you actually..."

"I am Mayur Singhala..."

The man was silent for a moment. And Mayur waited with batted breaths. "Mingkwan Rojnapat..."

Mayur nodded again. Slowly accepting his new role in life. Memorising the name with his heart.

"Mingkwan Daechapanya..." Mayur came to his senses hearing the voice again. As he looked ahead at his saviour standing at the counter. Paying for everything... While Kong whined because Ming didn't take his card.

Mayur smiled, pulling Kong away. "Let's go have a softie, Princess..." Who glared over his shoulder at Ming. While Mayur avoided the same man's stare on himself. The moment Kong lost his focus.

He has remained Ming's mistress like he promised he will... But the only difference is... He never felt like one... Ming never forced himself... Neither were their intimate moments a job... They lived and enjoyed every second of it... He still felt cherished and made sure he was worth every penny.

Mayur caressed Kong's head as he enjoyed his softie. There are things Kong doesn't know... And Mayur is glad he doesn't... His innocence should be intact... As long as possible...

"Am I forgiven now?" Ming whispered as Kong stared at a very costly watch put on display in one of the stores.

He ignored the price and looked at the tag on it. It's elegant black and golden exterior with the glimmering diamonds making a statement. Which reminded him of...

"Want to buy it, Princess?"

Kong drew in a deep breath and shook his head. "I don't have enough money now... I will one day..."

Ming smiled proudly following the tiny creature out of the store. "For Daddy?"

Kong clenched his jaws. "Daddy is worthy of more than that... I will work harder for it..."

Ming wanted to laugh so hard that he was getting breathless. Knowing well the sound of his laughter can end him up in deep quicksand... And... He stared at the other tiny creature walking hand in hand with their Princess. Ming didn't want to die... Yet...

Dean was fuming by the time they reached back home and refused to let go of Kong from his arms the moment he saw his child. Carrying him all over... Even in front of their guest. Keeping him on his lap even during dinner... And Kong was so tired of his father's tantrums that he gave up. Being carried around.

Even after everything was over and they sat down in their living room having dessert. Kong opened his mouth, slumped against Dean's chest as he fed Kong cheesecake with a satisfied grin. Completely ignoring Kong's glare.

"We will have a sleepover tonight. Right Munchkin?" Dean nudged his nose against Kong's cheek lovingly. "Even let you colour my nails... Just like before...."

Those who were present there wanted to bang their heads somewhere. While Kong gaped at his father horrified.

Only to sigh and break into giggles after some time. Dean has always been touchy about the subject of Kong distancing himself. Even if little. And Kong loved his father so much... That he can do anything to wipe that frown off Dean's forehead.

"Okay Daddy... Let's have a sleepover tonight. Will you let me style your hair?" Kong cupped Dean's face.

Dean slumped in relief as he nodded rapidly. "Anything... Anything you want from me..." Dean hugged Kong tight to his chest and closed his eyes. "Just stop growing up. Okay?"

Kong giggled again, kissing Dean's nose tip with a nod. "Yes daddy... I will forever be your Little Munchkin..."

"Good..." Dean pecked Kong's lips tight. His voice very soft and warm. "Now let's finish your guest list... Sending the first invite to Bobo right?"

Kong's smile dropped as he looked at the tablet his father's assistant was typing on.

Grow up... Grow... Up...

Kong smiled, meeting Dean's gaze. "I don't want to send him any invitation anymore. Okay Daddy? And I already sent my first invitation... To Ashton... So rest assured. "

Dean's eyes twitched, as he held his smile intact. Holding Kong close. Nodding stiffly, trying his best to hold in his urges...

Later that night... As Dean sent off Demelo Stones, carrying a sleeping Kong on his arm who had his legs wrapped around Dean's hips and face hidden against his neck. His child will soon appear on television as an actress. Playing the lead role of the main lead's younger self. The screen test will commence soon and even though Dean was weary he still felt proud.

"You heard that? You are not invited anymore..." Dean muttered to nothing, entering his empty office. Walking gently around the table and sitting with Kong on his lap.

All that he got replied with... Was deep chuckles that reverberated around the silent office. Spreading from Dean's laptop.