Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 30 - Do You Like the House, or  Do you Like me?

 

"Still up for some snacks and cocoa?"

 

Wonchana smiled as he asked the smaller man behind him. Samut looked like he didn't want to move a muscle because he was so full. He furrowed his brows, thinking hard.

 

"I want more, but my belly says no more," the smaller man pouted in disappointment.

 

"Then let's save it for next time. For now, let's go pick out some toys for the kids. But first, we'll stop by my house to switch vehicles. This box doesn't look like it'll fit everything."

 

Wonchana noted as he unlocked the storage box on the back of his motorbike. He took out a helmet and a protective riding jacket, handed them to Samut, then carefully placed the snacks and the little jar inside.

 

"Oh, are you inviting me to your house already?" Samut teased with an impish grin as he placed the helmet on the seat and started putting on the jacket.

 

"Right. So you can see that I don't have anyone hidden away at home. Is that good with you?"

 

The cheeky one, now on the receiving end of a tease, blushed and stammered, "If you do, I'll run straight back to Hat Yai!"

 

Wonchana chuckled and continued his playful banter. “I wouldn't dare. I'm too scared you'd run back to Hat Yai. But if you get mad at me for something else and run off, I'll chase after you to make it right. How's that?"

 

"Let's just go already," Samut said, pushing the taller man—now fully geared up-toward the bike amid Wonchana's laughter.

 

Once he had his helmet on, Samut tried to climb onto the back seat as usual. But whether it was from being too full, too flustered, or the added bulk of the storage box, he just couldn't manage to get on the Ducati, which was the same height as always.

 

Wonchana extended an arm to help. "Take it slow." Samut grabbed the strong arm, stepped onto the footrest, and pulled himself up. One hand clung to the driver's neck until he was finally seated. He grumbled through the helmet's intercom, "Ugh, I'm never eating this much again. And you, P’Win, you should've stopped me!"

 

The one who was suddenly blamed just laughed. "How could I stop you when you looked so happy eating?"

 

The little head inside the helmet lightly bumped against the broad back before small arms started to wrap around the slim waist. Wonchana started the bike and slowly drove off, heading back into the city.

 

After passing Samut’s condo, they stopped by the coffee shop they'd visited that morning to pick up their pre-ordered drinks. Then, the large Ducati roared down a small, shaded alley that led to Sukhumvit Road. Eventually, they turned into a narrower lane lined with tall walls. Wonchana parked in front of a black iron gate, its design solid and imposing.

 

He pulled out a remote to open the gate and drove into the garage by the fence, parking next to a small grey BMW. On the other side of the garage were a sleek black German luxury car and a white sports car of the same brand.

 

The property had two houses, just as Wonchana had described before. The larger house was a modern, multi-level design with a stylish slanted roof. The smaller one shared a similar aesthetic but featured more glass and a minimalist vibe. The entire property was surrounded by large trees, providing privacy from nearby high-rises and creating a serene, inviting atmosphere.

 

Samut held onto Wonchana's shoulder as he climbed off the bike. He removed his helmet and looked around in awe. The house, which seemed straight out of a catalogue, was stunning and far more impressive than his family's typical hip-roofed home in Hat Yai. Seeing the smaller man's admiration, Wonchana smiled.

 

When Samut let out a delighted exclamation, the taller man leaned in to whisper in his ear.

 

"Do you like it?"

 

Samut whipped his head around in surprise, only to be even more startled when his cheek brushed against Wonchana's lips. The unexpected kiss made him recoil and stumble backwards, but Wonchana instinctively caught him.

 

Samut found himself entirely enveloped in the homeowner's arms. This embrace was different from the comforting hugs in the parking lot or after getting a shot. This one made Samut aware of the man's overwhelming charm.

 

"So, do you like it?" Wonchana whispered again while Samut was still in his embrace.

 

"Mhm," Samut mumbled, his face buried against the broad chest.

 

"Do you like the house, or do you like me?" The charmer was back at it again.

 

Samut thought a little bit. Up until that very moment, he'd always seen himself as the bold guy from Hat Yai. Flirting with guys had never embarrassed him.

 

....So why am I flustered when the tables were turned?

....No, I can't let this make Hat Yai guys look bad.

 

Summoning his courage, Samut asked with his flushed cheeks, "If I answer, will you give it to me?" Wonchana laughed, his large hand gently rubbing the smaller man's back. "If you decide to stay with me for the rest of your life, you'll have everything, Nuu O."

 

"Then... I'll tell you when the time comes," Samut replied shyly.

 

"Alright... let's go check out the house," Wonchana said, reluctantly releasing him. He grabbed the items from the bike's storage box and led Samut into the smaller house.

 

Inside, the house was modern and minimalist, yet fully equipped with all the conveniences one could need. Wonchana set the bags down on the table, turned on the air conditioning, and said to the curious Samut, "I'll go put the jar away. Let's check out the upstairs first."

 

On the second floor, Wonchana's bedroom was warm-toned, tidy, and impeccably clean. The fresh scent in the room made Samut take a deep breath, prompting him to exclaim, "It smells so nice."

 

"It's a plug-in air freshener. If you like it, I'll take you to buy one."

 

Wonchana placed the little jar on the bedside table, next to a minimalist lamp, a wireless charging dock, a framed 20-baht bill, and a ceramic dog figurine from his sister he'd swiped from the main house. The dog figurine held a clip containing a Polaroid photo worth 5,000 baht. These little details stirred something in Samut’s heart.

 

...Does he like me this much?

...Can I like him back just as much?

 

After snapping a photo of the new keepsake, Wonchana turned to see Samut’s thoughtful gaze. Deciding not to tease, he instead gestured for Samut to explore the rest of the house, including the bathroom and balcony.

 

"Your house is beautiful," the smaller man genuinely complimented.

 

"My dad's friend is an award-winning architect. I also think a house is where we spend most of our time, so it's worth investing in the best. And... I've never brought anyone to this house before." Seeing Samut flustered again, Wonchana changed the subject. 

 

"Let's hang out downstairs for now. We’ll head to the mall to buy toys, grab dinner, and then I'll take you back to your condo later, okay?"

 

Samut nodded. Once downstairs, he excused himself to the bathroom to freshen up. When he came out, the taller man was nowhere to be seen. Samut wandered around, admiring the artfully arranged photo frames on the walls.

 

There was a picture of Wonchana with the Statue of Liberty.

A picture with a blue car.

A picture with a white-and-blue motorbike, matching the brand's signature colours.

 

"Here, have some water," Wonchana said, appearing from behind with a glass of cold water. He set it on the table and joined Samut, pointing to the photo with the Statue of Liberty.

 

"This was during my master's degree. I studied in California, but my friends convinced me to visit New York. This one's my first car, under my name, but my dad bought it. And that one outside is my second car, but the first one I bought myself."

 

"What about this one?" Samut pointed to the photo of the white-and-blue bike.

 

"That was my first bike, which I bought myself. But I sold it because I didn't want to keep too many vehicles," Wonchana explained, leaning in closer. "But the Ducati outside? I'll never sell it... because it's how I met someone special."

 

Samut smiled. "You're so good at flirting. You're going to make me give in."

 

"Then give in already. But even if you do, I won't stop flirting. It's a lifetime promo," Wonchana said with a straight face.

 

Suddenly, he remembered something. "...Oh, I need to go get that orange vest. I left it in my locker. I'll frame it and display it next to the bike."

 

"Ugh, are you making fun of me?" Samut puffed his cheeks, recalling his embarrassing moments.

 

Wonchana laughed. "I'm serious. I'm still grateful for whatever made you mistake me for a motorbike taxi driver." Hearing that, Samut gave the straightforward man a radiant smile.

"I'm glad I met you, too, P'Win."

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"So, Yaya, can you help my relative's company?" Sirichok asked as they returned to the young woman's house and found themselves alone.

 

"Yes, but I can't promise it'll work every time. That would look too suspicious. But I can help them secure a big order," Nittaya replied.

 

As someone who managed fish procurement alongside Wanna, Nittaya had significant influence. Fish was the primary ingredient for canned seasoned fish products. Sardina wasn't as large as Kingfish, a tuna canning company under the Atcharangkul group, which had a much bigger market. Therefore, Sardina's procurement process wasn't as strict as that of larger companies. corporations.

 

As a procurement officer, Nittaya had considerable leverage in negotiating terms with suppliers. Once she determined which supplier's terms were most suitable, she'd propose the purchase through the proper channels. As long as the paperwork was in order, no one could accuse her of wrongdoing.

 

Other employees handled the procurement of ingredients such as vegetable oil, sauces, and certain seasonings, whether from the Atcharangkul group or other suppliers, as well as various packaging materials.

 

"That's more than enough. You're the best. If my relative hadn't been scammed, they wouldn't have had to come begging for help. My parents are just government employees, so they can't do much," Sirichok said, reaching out to hold Nittaya's hand with gratitude.

 

"Don't worry about it, Oat. Sometimes people just need a chance. And what I'm doing isn't cheating the company, so you can rest easy."

 

"In that case, how about we go see a movie? My treat."

 

"Sure, let me tell my parents first," Nittaya said, heading toward the kitchen.

 

Sirichok watched the older woman walk away, grinning smugly. This was easy. No bribes needed to win her over. I even got some pocket money from my future father-in-law. What a win.

As for Samut... That can wait.