Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 13. You Are the First One

 

Samut’s room was on the twenty-first floor. It was a duplex condo with two bedrooms, high ceilings, and a spacious, comfortable layout. Beautifully decorated, it had a separate kitchen and living room. The upstairs bedroom was the master bedroom, which Samut currently occupied.

 

The room's owner placed his helmet, gloves, shoulder bag, and tank top on the side table, then quickly removed his shoes and socks before hurrying to grab a towel and some multipurpose tissues to hand to the taller man.

Wipe your shirt first. The water might seep in. And your shoes too," the young man said.

 

Still standing near the doorway, Wonchana took the towel and began drying himself as he removed his leather shoes. Samut immediately pulled out three or four thick tissue sheets and crouched down to handle the shoes.

 

"I can do it myself," Wonchana quickly said.

 

"It's fine. My hands are already dirty. Might as well let just one person get messy," Samut replied.

 

Once he finished with both pairs of shoes, Samut washed his hands and hung the protective jacket near the door. Wonchana used the same towel to wipe down the jacket while giving a brief lesson on how to clean soft armour. He ended with, "..Hang it in the shade, and never machine wash it. The armour plates will dent."

 

The smaller man nodded. "Whoever invented this is a genius. It reminds me of those old Western movies where they rode horseback in armour. Falling off a horse must feel the same as falling off a bike."

 

"Pffft." The biker couldn't help but laugh at the younger guy's imagination.

 

"But bikes don't buck like horses," he defended his beloved ride.

 

"So, P'Vice President, have you ever made anyone fall off your bike? Samut asked curiously. "You must have, right? That bike's so tall."

 

When Wonchana shook his head, Samut exclaimed, "Whoa, does that mean I'll be the first to fall off? I'm so clumsy. Good thing you drive safely."

 

"When I shook my head, I meant... no one's ever ridden a bike with me before. You're the first, O. And I won't let you fall off. We're close now, so next time, hold onto my waist tightly. That way, you won't fall."

 

Samut wasn't sure what expression he made, but he could feel his cheeks heating up. Wonchana continued, "...Go take a shower. Once the rain stops, I'll head back, and you can go straight to bed."

 

With the way cleared, he quickly darted into his room, his little heart pounding from the unexpected gentleness he'd never experienced before.

....No, don't waver. You like... Oat.

 

But the image of Oat walking by with his arm around another man's waist resurfaced in his mind.

 

...Are they dating?

... I'll have to ask tomorrow.

...If they are, then I've come to Bangkok for nothing.

 

Samut was showered with a whirlwind of thoughts. When he came out to find the guest still sitting and scrolling on his phone, the rain had started to let up. Wonchana smiled when he saw the pyjamas.

...A true Chihuahua lover.

 

"So, did I pass the trial run today?" the employer asked. Samut smiled shyly and nodded.

"It was okay. What about you, P'Vice President? What do you think?"

 

"I liked it," Wonchana replied briefly, leaving the boy wondering... What did he like? The man then opened his banking app to transfer money.

 

"Give me your account number. I'll transfer your pay."

 

"PromptPay. Zero-eight.." Samut recited all ten digits. When the notification sound from the banking app chimed, Samut’s eyes widened.

...7,000 baht?!!

 

"P'Vice President, did you transfer too much? It's only 10 PM. Five hours is just 2,500 baht. Add 500 for TikTok friend request, and that's 3,000."

 

"By the time I leave, it'll be a little past 10. I'm paying for six hours. Plus, for letting me wait out the rain here. The rest is a tip for calling me P'Vice President." Truthfully, he wanted to transfer 10,000 baht but worried Little Chihuahua might feel too overwhelmed.

 

“Don't overthink it. Back when I used to go out, I spent way more than this. And I want you to have an income so you don't have to go back to Hat Yai."

 

A bright smile lit up the small face. Samut raised his hands in a wai.

 

"Thank you, P'Vice President. This is more than enough for me to live comfortably in Bangkok. Honestly, I don't spend much. I don't buy luxury or branded items. My main expenses are travel and food. Mom and my big brother won't let me take the bus because of all the news. They're afraid I'll get pushed off. They didn't want me to ride motorbikes either, but I explained how convenient it is. P'Sea finally agreed since it's close by, and Silom traffic is so bad. He figured it'd be fine."

 

Wonchana listened with amusement and asked, "So your salary should be enough, right?"

 

Samut pouted. "I have to pay for the condo, too. My mom and my brother didn't want me to move to Bangkok, so P'Sea made me pay for it. At first, he wanted to charge me 7,000 baht a month. Ridiculous, right? Mom bought the condo! I negotiated it down to 4,000. Plus, they took all my savings. After deducting the condo, travel, and food at 60 baht per meal, I'm left with just 4,000 baht a month. And that's not even counting my phone bill or personal expenses. Why is Bangkok so cruelly expensive?"

 

But the boy from Hat Yai didn't dare admit that he needed money to court a guy, too. The taller man laughed, understanding the situation but not daring to ask about Samut’s romantic pursuits. His heart wasn't ready for the answer.

 

"Let's go out again tomorrow," Wonchana invited his new recruit.

 

"Sure, but don't tip me so much next time. Im already happy with this," Samut replied.

 

P’Vice President just smiled, not promising anything, and instead asked an unrelated question, "Do you have a light blue shirt?"

 

"I do. Why?"

 

Wonchana grinned. He had to introduce the boy to this tradition. "Tomorrow's Friday... so it's a light blue day. Don't forget to wear the right colour. Who wears green on a Thursday?"

 

Samut squinted and retorted, "You don't know anything, P'Vice President."

 

"What do you mean?"

"On your first day of work, you wear green for good luck. See? I got 7,000 baht."

 

Wonchana burst out laughing. This little pup was truly cheeky.

"Doesn't matter. As the vice president of Sardina, I'm ordering you to wear a light blue shirt to work tomorrow."

 

"Two hundred," the thrifty employee replied with innocent eyes.

 

[** In Thai culture, people believe each day has its own colour: yellow for Monday, pink for Tuesday, green for Wednesday, orange for Thursday, blue for Friday, purple for Saturday, and red for Sunday. Wearing clothes that match the colour of the day is sometimes believed to bring good luck.**]

 

"Deal," the man eager to share his wealth agreed instantly. Samut scrunched his nose at the misuse of authority. Wonchana saw it and reluctantly said, "I'll head out now. This rain is manageable. You can rest, and I'll pick you up at 7 AM tomorrow so you don't have to pay for the transportation."

 

Samut nodded eagerly, amazed at how much he could save on travel. He slipped his feet into soft slippers and said, "I’ll walk you down."

 

"No need. I'll go myself."

 

The taller man stood to put on his windbreaker. Samut followed him to the door.

 

"P'Vice President, leave your socks here. They're all soaked. I'll wash them for you. But my socks probably won't fit you, or I'd lend you a pair."

 

"It's fine. I can go barefoot. I'll be home soon. Oh, can you wash the new shirt for me, too? I'll leave it here for now." Samut nodded. 

 

Wonchana slipped his bare feet into his damp leather shoes, grabbed his helmet and gloves, and heard Little Chihuahua's concerned voice.

 

"Drive safely, okay? Let me know when you get home."

 

The tall man reached out and lightly brushed the smaller man's cheek with his finger.

“Will do. See you tomorrow at 7."

 

Wonchana already walked out, but the room's owner stayed by the door, clutching his flushed cheek, his heart pounding wildly.

...What is this feeling, like something fluttering inside my chest?