Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 3. The Handsome Motorbike Taxi Driver.

 

Win, or Wonchana, handed the sandwich bag to the person sitting behind him and said, "Hold this for me."

 

Samut, who was in the middle of adjusting his face mask, obediently took the sandwich bag.

 

...Does he do deliveries too?

...Well, that's good. I support honest work.

 

The tall man then removed his helmet, revealing grey-highlighted hair that shimmered under the morning light. The sight made Samut's heart skip a beat.

 

....He even has grey highlights. So cool!

 

Wonchana turned slightly and placed the helmet on Samut's small head, carefully adjusting the strap. Then, he lifted the helmet's visor, his sharp, intense eyes meeting Samut's wide, bright ones.

 

The passenger felt his heart race under the gaze and quickly asked to distract himself, "Oh, don't you have a passenger helmet?"

 

... Wait, this helmet doesn't have COVID germs, right?

 

"It broke recently," he replied, unconcerned.

 

...Like I ever had one in the first place.

 

Just as Wonchana started to move the bike, Samut's phone rang. Since he was wearing the helmet, he put the call on speaker.

 

"Mom, calling so early?"

 

"Well, I was worried... Why is it so noisy?" Sinee's voice came through.

 

"I'm on a motorbike, Mom. I almost got kicked out by the driver, too. People these days are so mean, don't you think?" Samut raised his voice slightly, making sure the mean person could hear. Wonchana rolled his eyes.

 

...How is this my fault?

 

"Nuu O, don't try to outsmart people or act like you know everything. If someone hurts you, it won't be worth it. Especially since you're alone, you need to be extra careful." Sinee began lecturing out of concern, not realising her son had the speaker on for the mean person to hear.

 

"Oh, Mom, it's nothing. I wasn't picking a fight or anything," Samut protested softly.

 

"Alright, just don't get into trouble. You're as small as a puppy."

 

Wonchana, who hadn't intended to eavesdrop but heard every word clearly, chuckled so hard his shoulders shook.

 

...A puppy indeed. A Chihuahua puppy.

 

Samut glared at the shaking back of the motorbike rider.

 

....How dare you listen in on my conversation with my mom?

 

But in the end, the little guy turned back to sweet-talk his mother.

 

"Mom, living expenses in Bangkok are so expensive. Can you secretly transfer me some extra allowance? And don't let P' Sea know, okay? Please?" 

 

"Hey! Don't cheat!" His older brother's voice suddenly came through the phone.

 

"If you can't handle it, just come back home. If  you're trying to woo a guy, you need to stand on your own two feet first."

 

Samut's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open. Good thing he was wearing a mask. Otherwise, the city smog would have gone straight into his gaping mouth.

 

"Mom, did you put me on speaker?"

 

Since Samut also had his phone on speaker and was in the middle of the street, he hadn't noticed the unusual tone on his mother's end. But the rider, who was now deliberately listening, heard everything loud and clear. His heart felt a sudden warmth, beating a little faster.

 

...The person sitting behind me likes guys?

 

"Your brother said he wanted to talk to you," Sinee explained sheepishly. Chonlatee continued, "If I didn't, how would I know someone was trying to cheat? It's only your first day, and you're already asking Mom for money?"

 

"Fine! I won't ask. I'll earn my own money. Just watch, Nuu O will apply to be a host at a gay bar!" Samut, now furious, abandoned his usual sweet tone and referred to himself by his nickname in frustration. Another round of lecturing from his big brother followed.

By the time the large motorbike pulled up to the side entrance of the building, the security guards saluted sharply. Samut frowned slightly. They hadn't saluted him when he came for his interview. But he didn't think much of it, as he was still listening to his brother's lecture.

 

The petite man climbed off the sleek, grey, black limited edition Ducati and marched toward the entrance.

 

Wonchana sighed...Not only had he been mistaken for a motorbike taxi driver, but he'd also been stiffed on the fare, left without his helmet, and lost his sandwiches.

 

The tall man gestured to the security guard, pointing at the small figure and then at his own head. The nearest guard quickly approached Samut, tapped his arm, and motioned for him to turn back and look at the bike. Samut looked startled. He quickly walked back to the taller man and spoke into his phone.

 

"Are you done lecturing? I've arrived at work."

The voice on the other end sighed and finally stopped scolding.

 

"Alright, alright. Focus on your work. If it gets too hard, just come home. I can take care of you. Got it?"

 

"Got it. Love you and Mom," Samut said, throwing in some affection for good measure.

 

After hanging up, the large hand of the rider reached over to remove the helmet from Samur's head. Blushing from the heat, Samut handed back the sandwich bag, thanked him, and pulled out his phone to prepare the camera.

 

"Thanks... The ride wasn't comfortable, but the motorbike is super cool. Can I take a selfie?"

 

Wonchana placed the sandwich bag on the bike's tank next to the helmet as his passenger turned his back to him, raised his phone, and snapped a selfie that included himself. 

 

Wonchana's back, his partially visible face under the mask, and the cool motorbike. Samut immediately posted it on Facebook, bringing the phone close to his mouth to dictate the caption.

‘First day as an office guy… The Silom motorbike taxi driver of Bangkok is so cool!'

 

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He then posted it, oblivious to Wonchana's stunned expression. Then Samut pulled out a crisp green 20-baht note from his bag and handed it to him. Wonchana glanced at the small green bill in his hand, debating whether to accept it.

 

"What? Only 20 baht? Do you know how much it costs to fill up this bike's tank?"

 

"Fifty... no, with a tank this big, probably eighty baht," Samut said, completely disregarding the fact that the Ducati was worth over a million baht.

 

Wonchana rolled his eyes again.

...Does my aura of wealth not show at all?

 

The tall man pulled his mask down to his chin and calmly, clearly told the small passenger, "Five hundred baht."

 

Samut was dumbstruck, not by the exorbitant fuel cost but by the man's strikingly handsome face.

 

...Do Bangkok motorbike taxi drivers have to be this good-looking?

..Ocean, focus! You only like Oat and no one else!

 

"Don't use your looks to trick me. Honest work is good enough. Don't become a scammer. Are you trying to overcharge me? Just because I come from the countryside doesn't mean I'm stupid. You know?" The small man launched into a lecture, scolding Wonchana for trying to scam.

 

Wonchana looked at the ranting figure, both amused and exasperated.

....Today, the aura of the Atcharangkul family's heir must have completely vanished.