Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 19 Talking to Rich People Is So Frustrating.

 

The smaller man gave a playful huff before leading the guest to the small bedroom. Wonchana slung his backpack over his shoulder and followed. Samut turned on the air conditioner for him.

 

"The bathroom has two doors, so you can access it from here. If you need anything, just let me know. Oh, and take out the clothes you want ironed. I'll do it for you. The iron's upstairs."

 

When Wonchana pulled out his shirt and pants, Samut led the way to the second floor, where the master bedroom was located. The steam iron that Chonlatee had recently bought was set up in the open space outside the room, complete with a hanging rack. The room's owner plugged in the iron first. The water tank was still more than half full, so there was no need to refill it.

 

Samut then went to the balcony to retrieve the socks and two black T-shirts that had been left to dry. He hung them on the rack near the iron and handed the socks to the taller man before asking for the clothes in his hands.

 

"Give them here. I'll iron them. Believe it or not, I'm really good at ironing. P’Sea doesn't like doing it, so I had to learn to iron for him," he said. 

 

Wonchana smiled and handed over the clothes. "I believe you're good at it, judging from how you make my wallet so flat... So, how much does your brother pay you per shirt?"

 

The small hands paused mid-task, and Samut turned to him with wide eyes. "How do you know? Did P'Sea tell you?"

 

This time, Wonchana laughed heartily, so much so that he had to wipe tears from his eyes. "He didn't tell me. I just guessed... So, how much do you charge per shirt?"

 

Suddenly feeling shy about his stinginess, he mumbled, "Fifty baht."

 

Wonchana couldn't stop laughing, and Samut turned away in embarrassment, focusing on ironing. Fortunately, the steam iron was a large model with a standing ironing board, so it didn't take long to finish ironing all four pieces of clothing.

 

Samut hung the shirts on the rack and turned to say, "Let's leave them here for now. If we put them in the closet right away, they might get damp and mouldy. And I won't charge you for ironing, P’Win."

 

Wonchana, who had been engrossed in his phone, looked up and said, "Too late. I already transferred the money." The generous man shrugged nonchalantly.

 

Samut’s eyes widened as he grabbed his phone from the bed. When he saw the amount, he pouted. I told you not to pay me today!"

 

"It's not payment for your time with me."

 

"Then what's this five thousand baht for?!"

 

"Well, since I'm staying here, I have to pay rent, right? Didn't you say your brother charged four thousand baht for the condo? And for ironing, I'm paying five hundred per piece, so two pieces make a thousand. So it's five thousand in total."

 

Seeing the Chihuahua frozen in shock, the taller man stood up and gently cupped his cheek.

 

"I just want you to stay in Bangkok for a long time."

 

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By nearly 1 AM, Wonchana carried an ATK test kit upstairs and knocked on the master bedroom door. When there was no response, he cracked the door open and peeked inside, wearing a mask. On the king-sized bed, there was a lump of blankets. The man scanned the room for the owner but didn't see him, so he checked the bathroom.

 

...Not there.

...Where could he have gone?

 

Wonchana walked to the balcony door and pulled the curtains wide open, letting the bright morning light flood the room. Yet, there was still no sign of him.

 

"Mmm..." A small sound came from behind him.

 

Turning around, Wonchana saw the lump of the blanket wriggling slightly. He stepped closer and used his finger to poke at the pile until he uncovered a small face, peacefully asleep. His heart melted at the sight of the adorable curled-up figure.

...He really does look like a Chihuahua.

 

Since the bed was quite low, Wonchana sat on the floor and reached out to touch the smaller man's forehead to check for a fever. Relieved to find his temperature normal, he used his long finger to gently poke at the little nose and pale cheek.

 

"Nuu O, wakey."

 

Nuu O scrunched his nose and swatted at the finger bothering his face, clearly annoyed.

 

"...Who was the one saying he wanted to go out?"

 

That was all it took for those delicate eyelids to snap open, and the small figure shot up. 

 

"Let's go! Let's go eat prawns!" But then 

 

Samut paused, realising something...

Wonchana chuckled and handed him the ATK test kit.

 

"Test first."

 

The smaller man took the kit without a word and dashed into the bathroom, suddenly feeling shy as yesterday's conversation replayed in his mind.

...Ugh, what was that about wanting me to stay in Bangkok for a long time?!

 

Wonchana unfolded the crumpled blanket and neatly made the bed. Then he walked to the other side of the headboard, where a phone alarm was ringing. He turned it off.

 

Shortly after, the smaller man emerged from the bathroom with the test kit. Samut placed the test stick on the floating shelf under the TV at the foot of the bed and grabbed his phone to set a timer. Finally, he had time to glance at the taller man. "Did you go for a morning run?"

 

"Yeah, I went to the fitness centre downstairs," Wonchana replied.

 

Samut’s eyes wandered to the snug black workout shirt the taller man was wearing. It was the first time he'd seen the bigger man in short sleeves. His arm muscles weren't bulky like a bodybuilder's but were appealingly toned. And above all else...

...his six-pack abs are real.

 

The smaller man swallowed hard and quickly changed the subject. "Did you take the keycard with you?"

 

"I did, but I paid the guest fee," Wonchana replied.

 

"Why would you pay? P'Sea already covers the common area fees, and I never use the facilities," the stingy one pointed out.

 

"It's just a small fee. By the rules here, I'm considered an outsider."

 

The small lips pouted in annoyance before glancing at the COVID test kit. "It's still showing one line, so it probably won't change. I'll go shower now."

 

Wonchana smiled as he watched the smaller man scurry off to the bathroom, clearly flustered. He then went to retrieve the clothes Samut had ironed the night before and headed to shower as well.

 

Once both were showered and dressed, they met in the living room and agreed to grab breakfast on the way. Samut grabbed the bag of snacks Wonchana had bought the day before and went to fetch his riding jacket.

 

"No need. I brought the car last night," Wonchana quickly informed him.

 

"Oh? Where did you park?"

 

Since overnight parking for non-residents wasn't allowed at the condo, doing so incurred a 300-baht fee.

 

"In the guest parking area," Wonchana replied.

 

"Why didn't you tell me? I could've called down to get you a temporary pass. Now you've wasted 300 baht!"

 

"It's fine. It's not a big deal," the taller man reassured him.

 

"Ugh, talking to rich people is so frustrating," Samut grumbled, pouting. "..300 baht could buy four good cups of cocoa."

 

Wonchana smiled at the frugal man's muttering. Last night had been a sudden decision, and he wasn't the type to fuss over small expenses. He had money and knew how to use it to his advantage. The taller man leaned in close to whisper in the frugal one's ear.

 

"I have a lot of money... and I'm looking for someone to help me spend it."