Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 39 - Happy Thursday

 

It was already noon by the time Wonchana managed to get his soon-to-be boyfriend into the car.

 

"Are you really hungry? The place I'm taking you to is about half an hour's drive away," he asked.

 

"Not too hungry. The shumai and buns from this morning kept me full for a while," Samut replied, not counting the sweetness the man in front of him had been serving up nonstop.

 

Wonchana drove back onto Rama Il Road, heading toward Samut Songkhram. After crossing the Tha Chin River, he made a U-turn and took a highway that cut through to Nakhon Pathom. Not long after, he parked at a temple and led Samut onto a boat that took them to 'Ban Phaeo Suan Prow', a charming restaurant nestled in a coconut grove.

 

"Wow, it's so pretty! How do you know so many cool places to eat and visit?" Samut exclaimed. The well-informed man chuckled and said, "It's all thanks to P'Ong. He's always finding new spots to eat, visit, and take photos. I just follow him around. And when you're on a motorbike, you can weave through places cars can't go, so you end up discovering hidden gems."

 

"That sounds so fun!"

 

"Well, next time there's a trip, I'll take you along," Wonchana promised.

 

"Great! I'll have vi

Wonchana drove back toward Bangkok and, when he passed a well-known shopping mall in the Mahachai area, decided to stop and buy an action camera with a tripod. Although Samut felt it was an unnecessary expense, he didn't complain, as he was quite fascinated by the gadget himself.

 

"Wow, it has screens on both sides!"

 

The one who had never seriously used a camera before held it and flipped it around curiously, trying out the features as the shop owner explained. Wonchana, who had some experience filming with his biker group, added, 

 

"When you're taking selfies, it helps you aim more accurately."

 

"Oh, I see," Samut nodded enthusiastically.

 

By the time they returned to the Atcharangkul Building, it was almost the end of the workday. Samut went to the department office to check in first.

 

"P'Pern, I'm back. Is there anything you need me to do?" Wanna looked at him and laughed. 

 

"It's almost clocking-out time. I've already finished what needed to be done. I'll teach you tomorrow."

 

"I can stay and keep working, really. I'm not in a rush to go home," Samut offered, feeling guilty for leaving work to his senior. Besides, he'd have to wait for P'Win to finish his work anyway.

 

"It's fine. There's not much work right now. Yaya has been helping out as well. Just wait until next year—you'll be so busy you won't know what hit you," Wanna said with a fond smile.

 

Even though their conversation was quiet and Nittaya couldn't catch the details, the fact that Wanna had returned to the office alone while the new hire had gone off with Mr Vice President for a factory tour irked her. Still, she didn't say anything. Or give snide, as she had plans to see a movie with Sirichok later.

...Better not let it ruin the mood.

 

When the workday ended, Samut went up to the 18th floor. The secretaries, each holding a piece of cake, greeted him warmly and told him he could go in. The small man knocked on the door and entered naturally. The room's owner looked up and said, "O, have a seat and wait for me. I just need to clear some urgent work. The cake is in the fridge."

 

Samut nodded and sat down, feeling the weight of his first-ever act of slacking off. Little Chihuahua took out the shopping bag, plugged in the spare battery to charge, and started fiddling with the camera, following the manual. When he reached the still photo mode, his small hands aimed the camera at the man engrossed in reading and signing documents.

After taking the photo, he reviewed it with satisfaction.

 

‘...' Win is so handsome. Uh, I mean, the camera is so high quality!

 

He then pulled out his phone and searched for ways to connect it to the camera. Once he downloaded the photo to his phone, he set it as his lock screen.

...This is enough. When we're officially a couple, I'll use a picture of us together.

 

A Facebook notification popped up. ‘I'm the owner of Ban Phaeo Suan Prow. Can I add you as a friend?'

 

Samut sighed. A friend request like this definitely had some hidden agenda. But he had nothing to hide, so he accepted the woman with the Facebook name Jenny Jira's request without replying. Then, for some reason, he felt compelled to check her profile. He didn't even need to scroll through her friend list because her relationship status, In a relationship with, displayed the name: Sirichok O.

 

The small man immediately clicked on the profile but couldn't see much beyond the profile picture of a man in sunglasses posing coolly by Songkhla Lake. He didn't need to zoom in to recognise it—it was a photo he'd taken himself.

...So he really does have another Facebook account.

 

The Sirichok he'd added was under the name Oat Siri.

 

Samut sat in thought.

...Is this really the man I used to like?

 

In the end, he realised that his heart no longer held any feelings for this close friend. He only felt sorry for Sirichok's partners. Did they know how many people their boyfriend was in relationships with?

 

Samut glanced up at his current companion, who was still diligently signing documents, and smiled.

...If this man were my lover, I wouldn't have to worry about anything, right?

 

If someone came to him claiming P’Win was a two-timer, he'd probably laugh until he was out of his breath. After all, this was the man who actively pursued him, flirted with him, and made it clear to everyone that he was his (soon-to-be) boyfriend. Where would he find the time to date someone else? The only concern he had was, How long will this love last?

 

But his mom and dad had always taught him to live in the present, to make the most of today, and not to regret a future that hadn't arrived yet. With that thought, Samut put his phone down on the sofa and waddled over to the desk.

 

Wonchana's voice came immediately, without looking up.

 

"O, are you bored already?"

 

"No," Samut replied, quickening his steps to stand beside the executive chair.

 

“I just wanted to give you a reward for your hard work."

 

Samut leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Wonchana's cheek before hurrying back to the sofa, avoiding eye contact with the man who had just received an unexpected reward.

 

Wonchana chuckled softly, still unsure why the shy one had done that.

...My motivation to work has just skyrocketed.

 

He picked up his iPad and handed it to the still-blushing Samut, giving instructions. "I'll take you to dinner at Lang Suan later. Look up some reviews and see what you'd like to eat. The passcode is 011222.”

 

Samut, forgetting his embarrassment, took the iPad and frowned. "Why is your passcode so simple, P’Win?"

 

Wonchana smiled before revealing, "Because it's the date I met you for the first time."

 

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Inside the cool, dimly lit cinema, illuminated only by the glow of the large screen, two figures sat in a couple's seat. The man, who had reluctantly paid for the premium seats, was passionately kissing his companion. He was the first to pull away.

 

"S-Sorry, Yaya. I got carried away," Sirichok apologised.

 

"It's okay," Nittaya replied, taking a deep breath.

 

She wasn't naive. She'd had boyfriends before, but it had been a while since she'd experienced such intimacy. "Do you...want to do it with me, Oat?" Sirichok feigned hesitation.

 

"If I'm being honest, as a man... yes. You're lovely and charming. But I'm serious about you, Yaya. I love you. I wait until the right time. Please wait for me. I may not be wealthy, but I'll work hard to save up and propose to you."

 

Nittaya bit her lip. She liked Sirichok, and he always showed sincerity. Even though he wasn't rich, she didn't care. Love was enough for her.

 

"I don't mind if we do it before marriage. Just love me, and that's enough," she said. Sirichok took that as permission.

 

After leaving the cinema, he took her on the Skytrain across the river to Thonburi. Once they crossed the Chao Phraya River, they arrived at the station near Nittaya's home. Sirichok stopped by a convenience store to buy condoms before leading her to check in at a nearby three-star hotel.

 

Nittaya hadn't expected Sirichok to be so thoughtful in choosing such a decent place. She followed his lead to the room, where he pampered her until she was completely swept away by his touch.

...This man is a keeper.

 

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The next morning was just another ordinary day. Life went on as usual, with everyone carrying out their daily routines.

 

As the small man in a peach-colored shirt came down from the 18th floor holding a cup of cocoa, he saw Nittaya walking by in a good mood. Since the day he had a direct conversation with this senior, Samut felt that Nittaya's attitude had softened significantly. While they weren't exactly chatty, there was no longer any hostility... Then again, if she suddenly started acting overly friendly, he'd probably be suspicious of such uncharacteristic behaviour.

 

Samut headed to the pantry area, where the trio of women was chatting and snacking. He carried the taro coconut cake he'd decided to share with them.

 

"That new omegaverse story was updated last night. Have you read it yet, P'Pern?" Botan asked.

 

"Of course! How could I miss it? The author only updates once a month. I swear, I want to strangle the alpha. They have been married for years, and just one look at his fated mate makes him forget his partner. If I were the protagonist, I'd bash his head against the wall until it bled. Ugh," Wanna ranted passionately.

 

"Don't worry, the omega will run away with the baby, and he'll regret it," Sakawjai added.

 

When the three women noticed Samut standing there, wide-eyed, Botan spoke up. "O, don't mind us fujoshis... So, what treats do you have today?"

 

"Taro coconut cake. Would you like some?" the owner of the free cake offered.

 

"Yes, please! We need it to heal our hearts after being wrecked by that story," Sakawjai, who never turned down free sweets, replied eagerly. Samut grabbed a knife and forks, handing one to each of them. As he opened the cake box and started cutting it into four pieces, he asked casually..."What are you guys reading?"

 

"BL novels. Do you read them, O?" Wanna replied, turning the question back to him.

 

"Sometimes," O answered casually.

 

"How about the ones in the Omegaverse or with mpreg?" Sakawjai asked, spearing a piece of the vice president-sponsored free cake with her fork and popping it into her mouth.

 

"I know of them, but I'm not really a fan. They feel a bit too fantastical for my taste," the petite man replied, taking a bite of cake and savouring it with a contented smile.

 

"Well, we love them. They really spark our imagination. Honestly, we can't even enjoy straight romance novels anymore. The overly dramatic heroines are just too much to handle, "Botan added with a laugh.

 

"To be fair, some BL protagonists can be just as over-the- top as those heroines," Som remarked.

 

"True, you've got to be selective," Wanna agreed with a nod.

 

Samut listened to the trio's lively chatter, amused by their animated discussion.

When the cake was finished, and it was time to get back to work, everyone returned to their stations. Just then, a housekeeper entered, carrying a single large white rose in a beautifully arranged bouquet, and handed it to Nittaya. The woman, who had been in high spirits all morning, blushed with delight as she accepted the flower and turned over the attached card to read it. 'Love you... S.'

 

The card drew playful teasing from her coworkers, and Nittaya seemed quite pleased with the attention. Samut couldn't help but smile at the cheerful atmosphere. But ten minutes later, the room fell into a hushed silence as their tall boss entered, holding an enormous bouquet of orange tulips.

 

The thick, elegantly curved petals of the flowers, which were unmistakably expensive, numbered over ten. They were interspersed with golden foil-wrapped chocolates from a renowned brand, packed tightly together. The vibrant orange ribbon perfectly matched the bold orange tie of the man carrying it, as if it'd all been meticulously coordinated. The bouquet came to a stop in front of Samut's desk.

 

"Happy Thursday, O," Mr Vice President greeted warmly. Samut, utterly taken aback, stood frozen in place until Sakawjai, who was recording the scene, reached out to gently nudge his small arm.

 

Samut finally extended his hand to accept the stunning bouquet. "W-What's the occasion, Mr Vice President?"

 

The vice president, clearly a bit flustered, cleared his throat softly. "It's the one-week anniversary of the day we met."

deos to post on TikTok," Samut said, his bright, sparkling eyes captivating the man watching him.

 

"In that case, on the way back, I'll take you to buy a GoPro. That way, your photos will be clearer and easier to take," Wonchana offered. The new employee's eyes widened. "Don't we need to hurry back to work? This is technically slacking off, Mr Vice President. Who can I report this to?"

 

The company owner burst out laughing. "No need to report it. I'm not worried. I already told you, you're my exception."

 

Seeing the smaller man pout, Wonchana gently nudged him into the restaurant. "Let's hurry and order. It's almost 1 PM."

 

As they stepped inside, Samut was immediately captivated by the stunning cake display. His feet were rooted to the spot, mesmerised by the array of beautifully decorated cakes.

 

"Wow, these cakes are gorgeous... But the prices are so high. How do they sell in a place like this?"

 

"The shop's been here for years, so they must be selling just fine," Wonchana replied.

 

A staff member came to greet them and led them to a table. After placing their orders, Samut took out his phone to snap pictures of the surroundings. Naturally, the tour guide didn't miss the chance to request a selfie.

 

"P'Win, don't post it! Everyone will know I'm slacking off," Samut interjected.

 

The man enabling the slacking laughed. "Alright, but you aren't slacking off. You're fulfilling your duties."

 

Samut wished to ask what duties those were, but he feared the answer would make his heart race even more. Just then, a lifesaving call from Katewadee came in. Wonchana answered, one hand casually resting on Samut’s soft, tousled hair.

 

'Men these days are all into each other, huh?'

 

A whispered comment nearby caught Samut’s attention, and he glanced over. One of the 'men these days' found himself looking at two beautiful women. One was strikingly chic, while the other had a sweet, delicate beauty. They were whispering, and the chic one seemed to be scolding her friend.

 

‘Air, keep it down. You're gossiping about my customers, and they're looking over.'

 

‘I'm not gossiping. Besides, guys like them ‘aren't interested in gals like us.'

 

Samut sighed internally. People like this were everywhere. He wanted to tell them that the lack of interest was simply a matter of manners. If they encountered someone with a sharp tongue, they'd probably run away fast.

...But why do they both look so familiar? Are they celebrities?

 

Samut lowered his gaze to his phone but couldn't help overhearing the conversation at the next table. The sweet-looking woman had started speaking in a normal tone.

 

"Just eat the cake. You ordered it, so finish it."

 

"Ugh, I'm not eating it. I have a shoot tomorrow, and I don't want a bloated stomach. I only ordered it for Instagram photos. I'm helping promote your shop, so you should cover it," Air replied.

 

"I own the shop, Air. I'm sick of eating this stuff. I'll just pack it up for you," the sweet one said, calling a server to box up the cake. Samut’s interest would've ended there if the chic woman, who seemed to be a model, hadn't asked, "So, Jen, are you catching a ride back to the city? Meeting your boyfriend?"

 

"Nope. Oat is working overtime. He said the end of the year is always busy. You can head back on your own. I'll wait for my mom to pick me up. She's at the company today."

 

"Your mom's amazing. Everything she touches turns to gold," Air said.

 

"We're lucky Grandpa left us a lot of inheritance land and businesses. Mom said she only became an actress for the connections. She doesn't even love acting."

 

"So jealous. By the way, when are you and your young boyfriend getting married? I need to prepare my bridesmaid dress," the model teased.

 

"Dad's consulting a monk for an auspicious date. We're not sure if it'll just be an engagement or a full wedding."

 

"What? How can you not know? Isn't it your decision?"

 

Oat's family wants us to wait. He just started working and wants to save up for the dowry. But my dad said he doesn't care about the dowry... Honestly, I think Dad likes him more than I do."

 

"Weird, but hey, it's good if your parents like your boyfriend, right?"

 

Samut’s small fingers swiped into his photo album. Thankfully, P'’Win had taught him to save pictures to the cloud, so all his photos since moving to Bangkok were intact. He scrolled back to the day they had grilled river prawns and found the Polaroid photo he'd taken of the wall. He zoomed in on the person's face in the picture sitting next to Sirichok.

 

...Bingo.

...Why do I  keep running into things related to Oat's love life?

 

Samut quickly closed the screen just as Wonchana ended his call. Seeing the man's neutral expression, he asked, "Is there a problem at work?"

 

"Not exactly. Do you remember Mr Wichien, the guy we ran into at the mall?"

 

When Samut nodded, Wonchana continued, "Turns out the factory that makes our sauce uses his machinery. There's been an issue because he downgraded the quality of the machines, making the metal thinner than it should be. This caused bottling discrepancies, even to the point where glass bottles broke on the conveyor belt. That's why I went to the factory yesterday. I ordered them to demand compensation and blacklist his company. He just called to complain because I won't let his company bid on new machinery."

 

"That's awful. Why do people always cut corners like that?"

 

Wonchana smiled. "Because most people still judge based on price. They act like raising prices is a crime and flock to the cheapest option. You've probably seen the policy I gave the procurement department-that they don't always have to choose the lowest bidder but should consider performance too."

 

"I've seen it... That makes sense. Do you need to rush back to handle it?"

 

"No, it's not that urgent."

 

"Then why did you decide to slack off today?"

 

Samut was still curious, feeling that P'Win wouldn't come out just to play around. The mastermind behind the slacking smiled. Could he admit that he just wanted to take his Little Chihuahua on a factory tour? Especially since he had other plans for Samut, who definitely wouldn't pass probation? Instead, he simply said, "I just wanted to give you a tour and take a break. Nothing more."

 

The food began arriving: crispy fried fish with fruit salsa, shrimp crispy dumplings, beautifully presented green curry with rice noodles in a woven basket, and crab fried rice with chunks of white crab meat and bright orange roe scattered throughout.

 

Samut took out his phone to snap pictures of the food, while Wonchana helped adjust the plates like a professional food stylist. The shop owner, whose friend had already left, watched them with interest.

 

As the two men finished most of their meal, Wonchana raised his hand to call a server for the dessert menu. The shop owner stepped in to hand them the menu herself, waiting to take their order.

 

"Do you have any dessert recommendations?" Samut asked.

 

The sweet-faced woman detailed, "For drinks, we have coconut coffee, iced cocoa, and fancy options like floats. For cakes, our bestsellers are taro coconut cake and strawberry cake. Mango and passion fruit cakes are also popular for their stunning presentation and delicious taste, though their distinct aromas mightn't be for everyone."

 

Samut looked at the menu and turned to the one paying. "P'Win, do you want more coffee?"

 

"Sure, I'll have the coconut coffee, no sugar," said Wonchana, who had tried it before and wanted it again.

 

"Alright, one unsweetened coconut coffee, one lightly sweetened iced cocoa, and one strawberry cake," Samut ordered.

 

The sweet-faced woman confirmed the order and passed it to a staff member before turning back to the customers. "Are you perhaps a YouTuber?" she asked.

 

The small customer smiled and replied, "No, just a regular TikTok user. I'm not famous or anything."

 

"Oh, but even if you're not, we have a promotion right now. If you post a review and tag our TikTok or Facebook, you'll get a 200-baht voucher. You can use it immediately," she explained.

 

"If I post on both platforms, can I get 400 baht?" Samut asked.

 

The sweet-faced shop owner laughed. "It's only 200 baht per check, but if you post on both, I'll throw in a whole cake for you to take home."

 

"Alright then, you can expect the video soon," Samut agreed. The woman handed over her phone so he could add the shop's social media accounts on both platforms.

 

"Didn't you say you wouldn't post because you didn't want people to know you're slacking off?" Wonchana teased once the shop owner had stepped away.

 

Samut froze, hesitating. "True... but a whole cake costs 150 baht, you know."

 

Wonchana chuckled. "I could buy you a cake, you know that, right?"

 

"Oh, but it's not the same! Free stuff feels like a victory," Samutr argued.

 

"Even if I buy it for you, you still win," Wonchana countered.

 

Samut puffed out his cheeks at the man named 'victory,' who was gazing at him with soft eyes. When their drinks and desserts arrived, Samut's eyes widened at the shop's extravagant presentation. The iced cocoa came in a round wine glass, topped with thick chocolate sauce, a mountain of whipped cream, thin waffle crisps, Oreos, various chocolate-coated sticks, and a beautifully placed flower.

 

Wonchana's coffee was served in layers: creamy white milk at the bottom, rich black coffee filling most of the glass, and a large piece of white coconut flesh on top, garnished with a cinnamon stick and a flower. The cake was a round masterpiece, surrounded by sliced strawberries and adorned with flowers, resembling a miniature garden.

 

Samut took out his phone to snap photos as usual, editing video while eating with Wonchana, taking on the role of feeding him bites of dessert as he worked on his video. Once the video was done, Samut rested his chin on Wonchana's strong arm and gave him a pleading look. "I'll post it on Facebook and tag you, okay?"

 

Wonchana laughed. So, it's all about the free cake in the end. "Sure... but can I ask for a reward?"

 

"What kind of reward?"

 

Instead of answering, Wonchana leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Samut’s cheek before casually turning back to his phone, acting as if nothing had happened. The owner of the now-blushing cheek buried his forehead into Wonchana's arm in embarrassment.

 

"P'Win!"

 

"Yes?"

 

"That's so embarrassing!"

 

"Then I'll have to do it more often so you won't get embarrassed anymore."

 

"Ugh, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Wonchana laughed as Samut posted on both apps...

 

'Boss @Win Chana took me to see the factory and then stopped by here for a meal. It's so delicious!'

 

Afterwards, Wonchana called for the check. The sweet-faced shop owner, having seen their reviews on both platforms, came over to ask which cake they'd like.

 

"I'll take the taro coconut cake," Samut, the lover of freebies, replied.

 

"Will you eat it today? Coconut doesn't keep for long if you're saving it for later," Wonchana pointed out, pulling out a 1000-baht bill. 

 

Before Samut could respond, the shop owner chimed in, "Our coconut cake uses fully cooked coconut sauce. It can be refrigerated for three days. We don't add preservatives either. We'll pack it with ice for you."

 

"In that case, I'll take three more pieces, packed separately," Wonchana ordered, handing over two 1000-baht bills.

 

"Who are those for?" Samut asked, turning to him.

 

"For my secretaries. I have three of them," Wonchana explained. The smaller man nodded in understanding. When the staff brought over four cake boxes along with the change, the two of them carried the cakes back to the boat to return to the temple.

 

The sweet-faced shop owner watched the pair until they were out of sight. Then she glanced down at her phone, where the small customer's Facebook profile was still open.

 

...Works at Sardina and is from Songkhla.

..Could he be Oat's friend?

 

Her slender fingers swiped through Samut’s friend list...