Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 47 - 'Sick of You' Doesn't Exist in My Dictionary.

 

After finishing the first macaron, Samut reached for the pale yellow one as his second choice. Wonchana asked, "Aren't you going to eat the pistachio one first? You picked that one first."

 

"You've got to save your favourite for last, so you don't end up disappointed," Samut replied.

 

"Exactly! I always save my favourite bite for last, too," Ranee chimed in supportively.

 

"That's why someone needs to steal your meatball to teach you a lesson," Wonchana said nonchalantly.

 

"P'Win! You’re cruel! You're just like P'Sea-a notorious meatball thief. No wonder you two went to the same school!" The frequent victim of meatball theft grumbled and shot him a sharp glare.

 

"So you've been robbed often and still haven't learned your lesson?" The would-be thief grinned.

 

"Nope! Because in the end, P'Sea always orders me extra boiled meatballs anyway,"  Samut retorted smugly, looking victorious.

 

Laughter erupted all around. Samut bit into the lemon macaron in his hand, and the refreshing fragrance made his small face light up with delight. Then, true to his thrifty nature, he began to complain.

 

"It's really delicious, but it's still kind of expensive, isn't it? Just two or three bites, and it's gone."

 

He spoke as he offered the remaining lemon macarons to Wonchana for a taste.

 

"They say most of the ingredients are imported. These things have costs-taxes, store decorations, employee wages, promotions, mall rent, and they still need to make a profit," Ranee explained before concluding, "In the end, the burden falls on the consumers."

 

"And when it gets too expensive, consumers can't afford it, so the store can't survive and ends up closing. That's why new shops keep opening and shutting down in a constant cycle," Vichai added, analysing the situation like a seasoned observer.

 

"I see," Samut nodded earnestly.

 

When the older couple turned their attention to the twins, Samut took out his phone and opened the message from the social media app.

Jenny Jira

Active now

Hello, do you remember me?

I'm the owner of Ban Phaeo Suan Prow

Can I add you on LINE to ask you something?

 

Samut showed the screen to Wonchana, who read it and nodded. The account owner then replied with his LINE ID. When the LINE notification sounded, indicating someone had added him, the two men huddled together to read the messages.

 

Jenny: Hello, my name is Jenjira.

Jenny: You can call me P'Jen.

Hello, P’Jen. My name is O.: Ocean

Jenny: I saw your post about the Christmas lights.

Jenny: And you tagged someone in it.

Jenny: Was that photo taken yesterday?

Yes, I went there yesterday.: Ocean

Jenny: Are those two people your friends?

Yes, one is a university friend.: Ocean

The other is my yoga instructor.: Ocean

Jenny: Are they boyfriends?

 

Samut looked up at Wonchana, who nodded and whispered a response into his ear.

 

Yes, they are.: Ocean

Is there something you'd like to ask, P' Jen?: Ocean

Jenny: Can I call you?

 

Seeing this, Wonchana wrapped an arm around Samut and helped type the reply.

 

Uh, I'm with some elders right now. : Ocean

I'm not in a position to take a call.: Ocean

Jenny: Oh, then typing is fine.

Jenny: The taller man in the red shirt-

Jenny: Is his name Oat Sirichok?

Yes, that's him. He's my friend.: Ocean

We went to university together. : Ocean

 

Then the other side went silent. Samut turned to whisper to Wonchana, "P'Win, she's gone quiet."

 

Wonchana hummed in acknowledgement and typed another message.

 

You know Oat, P'Jen? : Ocean

Jenny: Actually, I'm dating him.

What?!: Ocean

Jenny: Oat and I are a couple.

Jenny: We're planning to get married soon.

Jenny: [A selfie picture with Sirichok]

(Chihuahua sticker with a shocked face) : Ocean

I had no idea!: Ocean

He only introduced P'Honey as his boyfriend.: Ocean

The person in the photo, I mean. : Ocean

Jenny: Can you help me with something?

What do you need help with?: Ocean

Jenny: Don't ask Oat about this yet.

Jenny: Don't let him know I already know.

Uh, okay.: Ocean

What are you planning to do next, P'Jen? : Ocean

Jenny: I'm not sure yet. I need time to think.

If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know.: Ocean

If my friend's in the wrong, I won't take his side.: Ocean

Jenny: Thank you.

 

"P'Win! Doesn't that sound like I'm offering myself up? Shouldn't I side with my friend a little? Won't she get suspicious?" Samut whispered to the one monopolising the conversation.

 

"She won't suspect us right now. The one she'll suspect is him, the man in question," Wonchana whispered back, just as a voice interrupted them.

 

"You two, tone down the sweetness a bit," Vicky said, returning from her errand while carrying little Liam. She sat down, placing her son on her lap.

 

"Why don't we compete with them?" Luca teased, wrapping an arm around his wife's waist and pretending to kiss her cheek. Varatchaya playfully punched her handsome husband, while Samut suddenly realised he was still nestled in Wonchana's arms. The small man quickly straightened up, his face flushed with embarrassment, much to the disappointment of the one who had been holding him.

 

"Should we compete in, too, dear?" Vichai asked Ranee.

 

"After thirty-something years, aren't you sick of me yet?" Ranee shot back.

 

'Sick of you' doesn't exist in my dictionary," the head of the Atcharangkul family declared, showing off his flirting skills as an example for his children.

 

Samut watched the elderly couple's playful banter and felt a secondhand embarrassment. Is this what the future holds for P'Win and me?

 

…I hope 'sick of you' wouldn't exist in P'Win's dictionary either.

 

Seeing that Windy was still asleep, Ranee spoke up, "Weren't you all going to the supermarket? Hurry up and go. I'll watch Windy for you."

 

Since it wasn't ideal to drag a small child around too much, everyone agreed and left, leaving the two elders to watch over the little one in her stroller. Even though they stayed for a long time without ordering anything else, none of the staff dared to ask them to leave. How could they when the customers had just spent nearly 10,000 baht on desserts?

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After an intense intimacy, the woman fell asleep. Sirichok took out his latest smartphone, opened a private browser, and logged into his backup Facebook account. A notification of a tag from an old friend appeared.

 

The young man was slightly surprised because Samut hadn't tagged him in a long time. His slender fingers quickly tapped to open it, and he was shocked to see the photo he'd been tagged in.

 

The photo itself wasn't as important as the fact that Samut had tagged Mathukorn as well.

..When did they get so close?

 

And Mathukorn had even replied warmly, 'Oh no, I missed seeing you, O! But it's okay, we'll meet in class, right?'

 

He'd completely forgotten that Samut was taking aerial yoga classes. But with so many studios, how could it be such a coincidence? 

 

Feeling uneasy about the coincidence, he checked Samut's friend list. The only mutual friends were Mathukorn and someone from Sardinia. Relieved not to see any other names, he sighed in relief. It was a good thing Nittaya didn't use Facebook, and Jenjira hadn't added him to this account. She wouldn't see the photo since she wasn't friends with Samut, who had set his privacy to friends-only. 

 

Sirichok felt reassured and decided not to confront Samut or ask him to take the photo down. But Sirichok forgot one thing: because this account wasn't friends with Jenjira, he couldn't see that they were mutual friends.

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No matter how many more posts Samut made about today's activities, none of Sirichok's lovers messaged him again. The petite man stopped paying attention to his phone and eagerly joined the Atcharangkul family's activities.

 

Luca taught everything from selecting ingredients to preparing them back at home, sharing cooking techniques along the way. Wonchana listened intently as well. Together, the three men created a beautifully presented, authentic French meal.

 

After dinner, Wonchana invited Samut to go see the Christmas lights again. This time, he planned to take the smaller man on a riverside tour in Thonburi. While waiting at a red light at the Ratchaprasong intersection to turn left, Samut was busy taking photos of CentralWorld.

 

If only the little photographer had turned his camera toward the Erawan Shrine, he would've captured a photo of Sirichok and Nittaya praying together!

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Everything continued to revolve in the same cycle as always. The only noticeable change in the final week of the year was the thinning crowds and lighter traffic. Street food vendors, who usually lined the roads, seemed fewer than usual. Most of the office workers from the provinces who worked in Bangkok had taken an extra four days off to return home for long family celebrations.

 

Thanks to the influence of the vice president of Atcharangkul, Samut, who was still on probation, secured a day off on Thursday. As for Friday the 30th, the government had declared it a special public holiday.

 

"P'Vice President, you're going to spoil me rotten," Samut protested as he climbed into the car. Wonchana had whisked him away from work two hours early on Wednesday afternoon to stroll around Suvarnabhumi Airport while waiting for their flight. Instead of taking public transport, the man drove his own sports car.

 

Because Wonchana was adept at solving money-related problems, parking fees were the least of his concerns.

 

"Let yourself be spoiled. I'm the one spoiling you, so I'll deal with the consequences," the spoiler said casually. The spoiled one pouted in response, and when Wonchana glanced over and caught sight of the expression, Samut ended up being charged with another round of affection.

 

Once they arrived at the national airport and completed check-in, Wonchana led the smaller man to find something to eat and, of course, to shop.

 

While they were picking up souvenirs at a Royal Project shop in Samut, Samut's phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he assumed it was his older brother calling to ask about their travel plans, as Chonlatte would be the one picking them up at the airport. But as soon as Samut answered, before he could say a word, Chonlatee's voice boomed through the line.

 

"Hey! Did you know that three days ago, seventy thousand baht was transferred into your fixed deposit account?"

 

Chonlatee had transferred Samut's monthly allowance into his fixed deposit account several days ago, but he had only just updated the bankbook today.

 

"Oh, yeah, I know. I transferred it myself," the younger brother replied, confused. There was a brief silence before Chonlatee's voice erupted again.

 

"What?! Where did you get that kind of money? Don't tell me you're secretly dealing drugs in Bangkok or actually working as a host or something!"

 

Samut hesitated, glancing at the owner of the money standing right beside him. He'd completely forgotten about this matter. In the end, he stammered out an explanation to his brother.

 

"Well, not exactly. At first, I was worried I wouldn't have enough money, so P'Win hired me to be his dining companion. But it's nothing more than that, really! Totally legit work!"

 

When Chonlatee fell silent, so did Samut. Wonchana, who had pieced together the situation from what he overheard, reached out for the phone. Samut handed it over without protest.

 

"Hello, P'Sea, this is Win speaking," Wonchana greeted.

 

"What's this about the money? Why is it so much money?"

 

"I gave that money to your brother myself. At first, I wanted to court him, so I kept finding excuses to pay him a bit at a time. It wasn't all at once. Please don't worry, P'Sea. I want to make sure he has enough to spend comfortably. I had no bad intentions whatsoever."

 

Wonchana then listened quietly to the response on the other end before replying. see.. Yes, I understand... Alright, we'll see you when the plane lands."

 

He handed the phone back to its owner, who was now frowning. Wonchana ruffled the smaller man's hair with a laugh. "Such a good boy, saving up?"

 

"Well, it's over the quota. Actually, this is over the limit again," the good boy replied, looking worried. Yesterday had been payday, and while other employees had received hefty bonuses, this small employee hadn't. So, Mr Vice President had personally topped up his bonus, equivalent to two months' salary, without any deductions. As a result, Samut’s account now had over thirty thousand baht again.

 

"I'll talk to P'Sea for you," Wonchana reassured him before adding another playful jab, "And from now on, how about I manage your account for you, O?"

 

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A sweet-faced woman stared at her phone, unable to decide. After more than ten minutes, her slender fingers finally tapped into the green chat app.

 

Shall we celebrate after work tomorrow? : Jenny

Oat: I've already made plans with a university friend tomorrow.

Oat: He just started working in Bangkok.

Oat: I haven't taken him on a tour yet.

Oh, really? Can I join?: Jenny

Oat: This friend speaks Southern dialect.

Oat: If you come along and can't understand us,

Oat: It mightn't be fun for you.

Is that so? What a shame. How about Friday then? : Jenny

Oat: Sure, let's meet on Friday.

Oat: In the afternoon, I'll come to your place.

Alright, see you then. : Jenny

 

The woman gripped her phone tightly. That university friend had already joyfully checked in at the airport with his boyfriend. From what she could see on the man's sparse Facebook friend list, none of them had attended that university.

...Or is he going with that pretty man again?

 

Jenjira opened the blue social media app once more and navigated to Honey Mathu's Facebook page. She clicked on the message box... and sent a greeting without adding him as a friend.