Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 15. I'll Treat You This Time, P' Win

 

At seven on Friday morning, Samut, dressed in a light blue shirt and a bright navy tie, had his trusty leather bag over his shoulder. His riding jacket hung open as he carried his gloves and helmet down from his condo, his face still showing signs of sleepiness.

 

The same grey limited-edition Ducati Multistrada V4S, along with its ever-dashing rider in a matching jacket, was parked neatly under the building, waiting for him.

 

"Still not fully awake?" The large hand reached out to zip up his jacket.

 

The still-sleepy boy shot a fierce glare in response. Because his older brother interrogated him last night about the Facebook post.

 

'Hey, weren't you planning to court Oat? So who's treating you to sashimi now?'

 

'It's Mr Vice President, the one I mistook for a motorbike taxi driver.'

 

'Is he trying to hit on you or what?'

'Are you crazy?! I just met him yesterday.'

'And you can't start courting someone on the first day?' Ugh, I don't know! Why're you grilling me like this?' I just wanna know. I checked his profile, and he's a junior

from my faculty. Doesn't seem like a bad guy. If he's courting you, that's good. I prefer him over Oat.' 

‘But Oat's my first love!'

'Fine, fine. Do whatever you want. Just be careful, okay? If you get your heart broken, just come home, got it?'

 

‘Ugh, I haven't even started courting anyone yet, and you're already jinxing me!'

 

The two brothers argued until nearly 11 PM. If he hadn't set an alarm, he probably wouldn't have woken up. Samut scowled, his lips pouting as he replied, "That's right."

 

"And who's that?"

 

The Chihuahua bared his teeth. "Because of that photo last night, my brother called and kept me up late."

 

The taller man swiftly changed the subject. "But today, I've got some delicious pan eggs for you. I know you'll love them. Interested?"

 

Wonchana laughed when he saw the smaller man perk up at the mention of food. He grabbed the clear bag hanging from the bike's handlebars and handed it over.

 

Samut took the bag, which contained two round foil trays, neatly stacked and covered with clear lids. He inspected them curiously. Through the condensation on the lid, he could see two perfectly cooked eggs with soft pink yolks, sprinkled with black pepper. One corner held stir-fried minced pork with soy sauce, while thick, beautifully charred grilled sausage was cut into rounds. There was also a side of salad greens, cherry tomatoes, and thinly sliced onions.

 

"Wow, it looks amazing and so appetising. Let's get going then!"

 

Wonchana hung the bag back on the handlebars, and the Chihuahua put on his helmet and gloves before climbing onto the big Ducati. His small hands grabbed the shirt of the man in front, just like always.

 

"You can hold onto my waist, you know. That way, you won't fall. I won't charge you for it," the rider joked cheerfully. Samut glared daggers at the man's back and shouted, "People from Hat Yai prefer it this way!"

 

The Bangkok native laughed brightly and rode off more cautiously than usual. When they arrived at the Atcharangkul Building, Wonchana drove straight to the parking area without stopping at the entrance. He accompanied Samut to the locker to store his belongings, then led him to a coffee shop.

 

"Do you usually drink coffee?" the man carrying the pan eggs asked.

 

"Nope, I drink cocoa," the cocoa drinker replied, his eyes fixed on the display case filled with an array of pastries.

....This one looks yummy. That one looks good, too.

 

‘One iced cocoa, 25 per cent sweet. One hot Americano. And two plain croissants, toasted, please," Wonchana placed the order. Samut immediately turned to him. "How did you know I drink 25 per cent sweet cocoa?"

 

"I saw it on your Facebook. The photo where you were drinking cocoa after your job interview, the one your brother treated you to... I noticed it was written on the cup... Or do you not drink it that way?" Wonchana asked, slightly unsure.

 

"That's exactly how I drink it," the smaller man replied, furrowing his brows as a thought crossed his mind.

 

"...So the cocoa yesterday was from you?"

 

"Yeah, it was... I had the housekeeper bring it to you. I noticed you didn't seem full in the morning, but didn't text you because my secretary brought me some work just then," Wonchana answered naturally.

Samut pressed his lips together, trying to adjust his emotions in a split second. When the cashier announced the total, the smaller man grabbed the larger wrist, his big, round eyes crinkling above his mask.

 

"I'll treat you this time, P'Win. Yesterday, I shook down a sugar daddy in Silom and made a ton of money."

 

Wonchana laughed and let Little Chihuahua scan to pay. His sharp eyes grew softer and more affectionate with every passing moment. The more he got to know him, the more he liked his personality and natural charm.

...It's like God dropped Little Chihuahua right onto the back of my bike.

 

And so, the sight of the two men, dressed in matching bright blue shirts, carrying bags of food and drinks as they walked together into the elevator to the top floor of the building...

...became the talk of the town.

 

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"This is so delicious! Where's the shop? How much is one serving? What time do they open?" Samut fired off questions at the owner of the luxurious office on the 18th floor after using the last bite of his croissant to scoop up the egg yolk and sauce, leaving nothing behind.

 

"Hmm, I'm not sure. But if you ever want to eat it, just let me know. I'll get it for you."

"No way! What if I crave it on a day off?" Samut asked, sipping his cocoa with delight.

 

"Then I'll ride over and make it for you. Your condo has an oven, right?"

 

Samut's eyes widened. "You cook this yourself, P'Vice President?!"

 

"Why 'P'Vice President' again? You just called me P'Win earlier," the man complained, looking pitiful. Little Chihuahua stammered, "P-P'Win Vice President, you cook this yourself?" Wonchana laughed at the new nickname.

 

"Yes, I did. When I studied abroad, I had to learn to cook for myself. What about you? Can you cook?"

 

Samutr smiled sheepishly before mumbling, "We have a cook at home, but I can do boiled eggs, fried eggs, sandwiches, and stir-fry instant noodles."

 

"That's something... Do you want to learn to cook more? I can teach you." Samut narrowed his eyes at his employer suspiciously.

 

"Do you charge a lot for lessons?"

 

Wonchana wanted so badly to say, 'Just be my boyfriend, and that'll be enough,' but he thought it was too soon. So he cleared his throat and said, "It's free. I'll even pay you... I just really want to teach someone."