Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 59 - You're the One for Me.

 

"Nuu O, wakey wakey," a gentle voice coaxed, slowly seeping into the sleepy haze of awareness. But it wasn't just the voice-it was the cool, ticklish sensation trailing along his arm, creeping up to his neck and cheek.

 

"Mmm." The small figure curled up on the bed let out a groan, scrunching his neck to escape the intrusive touch, mumbling, "...My phone hasn't even gone off yet."

 

"I turned it off already. You're five minutes late," the voice replied.

 

Samut’s eyes shot open, and he bolted upright. His usually wide, round eyes were still half-lidded with sleep, but when he saw Wonchana, freshly showered and dressed in a dark green shirt, his brows furrowed as he asked,

 

"Where did you get that shirt, P'Win?"

 

"I rode back home at dawn to grab it, but I showered here," Wonchana explained. 

 

As the memories of the previous night flooded back, Samut's cheeks burned. The intimate experience from just hours ago had been nothing short of eye-opening. He'd never imagined that sharing such moments with someone else could feel so much more magical than doing it alone. P'Win had been so gentle, pampering him to the point where he almost drowned in bliss. Samut couldn't even fathom how incredible it might feel to go all the way.

 

"What dirty thoughts are you having?" the taller man teased, noticing the deep blush spreading across Samut’s cheeks, making them look irresistibly biteable.

 

"I wasn't thinking anything!" Samut snapped, his voice defensive. And with that, the blushing Chihuahua darted into the bathroom, leaving behind the sound of Wonchana's soft laughter as he tidied up the bed

 

Last night... That Chihuahua had been so adorably affectionate and lovely. Wonchana smiled to himself, feeling content. It'd been years since he'd had such an experience, and Samut's innocence had required him to exercise ten times more patience and restraint. Thankfully, Samut was quick to learn-just a little guidance, and he picked things up in no time. When their activities had concluded, Wonchana had carried the smaller man to the upstairs bathroom for another shower, as the larger space was more convenient.

 

Wonchana had decided to stay the night, even though he hadn't brought a change of clothes. Luckily, there was a matching T-shirt set they'd bought at Patpong, and Samut had mentioned having spare shorts, though they were a bit too short for him.

..Not that it mattered. After all, Samut had already seen every inch of him.

 

Wonchana had woken up around 4 AM to find the smaller man still curled up beside him. He'd tucked the blanket snugly around Samut, quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then ridden his trusty Ducati back home to grab some clothes. When he parked his motorbike and quietly entered his small house, the sound of the motorbike had already woken Ranee. The older woman came out to investigate and found her eldest son loading clothes and a bag into his small sports car. She asked sternly, Didn't you come home last night? Where were you?'

 

Wonchana froze for a moment before replying sheepishly, 'Uh... I stayed over at O's condo.'

 

Ranee's face immediately hardened. She scanned her son's appearance-his black biker-themed T-shirt and wrinkled pants, his once neatly styled hair now a messy mop. Though it made him look younger, the dishevelled state, combined with his evasive gaze, didn't escape her scrutiny.

 

'Why would you do that? It's disrespectful to his family. Even if he's a man, you should at least formally ask his mother for her approval first. Have you forgotten everything I taught you?'

 

Wonchana didn't argue. Instead, he leaned in to hug his mother, pleading, 'It's my fault.. Mom, can you come with me to ask for his hand in marriage?'

 

Ranee let out a heavy sigh and gave his shoulder a light smack. 'If he agrees, let me know!

 

Wonchana kissed his mother's cheek before heading back to the condo, smiling to himself at the thought of having Samut move in with him soon. But his smile faded as he sighed in frustration, thinking about the country's laws. With the current government in power, the hope of legalising same-sex marriage seemed distant.

 

...What a bunch of Boomers.

..I can just hope it'll be legalised before I'm old.

 

Wonchana sighed again and headed to the kitchen to prepare a simple, American-style breakfast. As he grilled the last piece of tender chicken breast, a pair of short arms wrapped around his waist.

 

"Smells so good," Samut said, sniffing the air, drawn by the aroma of the food.

 

"This smells good, too," Wonchana replied, turning to kiss the cool, soft cheek.

 

"Hng... Is there anything I can help with?"

 

Samut peeked over to see two plates already prepared with fried eggs, ham, salad, and tomatoes. The bread in the toaster was done, and the only thing left was the chicken breast in the pan. Wonchana's strong arm looped around Samur's small shoulders.

 

"Help by being a little less cute; You're so cute it hurts my heart."

 

"Ugh, P’Win, how long did it take you to come up with that line?"

 

Samut laughed, standing on tiptoes to give him his daily instalment before heading off to pour drinks and set the table. The kitchen was filled with a bright, cheerful atmosphere.

 

Samut returned to stand beside the chef, pulling out his phone to take a selfie with the stove in the background. Wonchana turned to smile at the camera and even added a cheek kiss for good measure. 

 

Once breakfast was ready, the smaller man snapped another photo of the food before posting both pictures on Facebook with the caption:

"Chef P'Win made me breakfast again today ©"

 

Afterwards, they dug in with gusto. Midway through the meal, Samut asked curiously, "This chicken is so good. Is it from ChicChick? I don't recognise it."

 

The chef chuckled and revealed, "Yep, but this is a new product that hasn't hit the market yet. They sent it over for testing. What do you think? Does it pass?"

 

"It's delicious! Way better than regular chicken breast. Love it!" Samut gave a thumbs-up.

 

"There'll be more new products coming out. These are popular with health-conscious and fitness-focused customers-high protein, low calories, and filling."

 

"Why not make a frozen version? It'd probably sell even more," Samut suggested.

 

"Freezing isn't very cost-effective for this product. Vacuum packaging already gives it a decent shelf life, and our target market prefers fresh products. But if someone doesn't want to shop often, they can buy in bulk and freeze it themselves. It'll last longer, though it won't be as fresh."

 

"I see." Samut nodded in understanding.

 

Just then, Samur's LINE notification chimed.

 

Shark: Morning

Shark: (Shark waking up sticker)

Morning... : Ocean

(Sleepy Chihuahua sticker) : Ocean

Shark: So jealous. Someone has a personal chef.

Teasing me this early? What's up? : Ocean

Shark: I wanna court the beauty.

Shark: But he's not interested. Help me out.

P'Honey's such a nice guy.: Ocean

Maybe you should reflect on yourself. : Ocean

Shark: (Shark sighing sticker)

Shark: We met last Saturday, but the first impression wasn't great.

(Chihuahua glaring sticker): Ocean

(Chihuahua sighing sticker): Ocean

Try joining an aerial yoga class? : Ocean

Shark: (Shark wide-eyed sticker)

Shark: Not my thing. Will it work?

It's good. Lots of guys do it too.: Ocean

Shark: (Shark slumping sticker)

The rest depends on your skills, P'Shark. : Ocean

Let's see how good you are at courting. : Ocean

Shark: Ugh, feels like I'm being mocked.

 

Wonchana, who had leaned over to read the messages Samut showed him, said, "Oh, P'Ong just invited me. Next week, they're planning a trip to Hua Hin on Saturday and Sunday. Why don't you invite those two to join us?"

 

Samut’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Are we visiting the Kingfish factory, too?"

 

"Unlikely. We're only staying Saturday night, so there won't be enough time. Plus, there'll be about ten people in the group. I'll take you there another time, okay?" Samut nodded eagerly.

...How could I admit I just wanted free canned fish? 

 

The smaller man quickly typed out a message to invite the shark without checking the feedback on his Facebook post... unaware of who had liked it.

 

[A week later]

Early on Saturday morning, Arthit's biker gang gathered at a gas station near Kanlapaphruek Road, close to the Kanchanaphisek Expressway. Samut, dressed in a protective riding jacket and sneakers that matched his tall boyfriend's outfit, was introduced to the group. The gang consisted of six men and women, and their playful teasing left the small man blushing bright red.

 

"O, are you on TikTok? Can I add you?"

 

A voice from one of the older girls in the group asked. After exchanging contact information, a large, deep-blue motorbike rolled into the gas station as the last arrival. When the two newcomers dismounted and removed their helmets, the group leader, Arthit, greeted them loudly.

 

"Hello, Inspector Jet! Oh, and Jin, you made it this time?"

 

The siblings greeted each other, and Jin answered the question, "l just got back to Bangkok, so my brother invited me. He said everyone else has a partner except him and P'Ong, and he didn't want to get teased about being shipped with someone, so he begged me to come along."

 

"Exaggerating as usual. Don't listen to him, Ong. He just wanted to take photos," Jet shot a glare at his younger brother. Arthit laughed and pulled them closer, joining Wonchana's group.

 

"Alright, everyone, meet the new members. This is Mr Jacques, or Shark, a journalist and YouTuber who's usually with Mr Wit's gang. And this is Mr Mathukorn, or Honey, a yoga instructor. Lastly, this is our youngest member, Samutr, or Ocean, who's Mr Vice President's boyfriend. Everyone, meet Inspector Jet and Jin; they're siblings."

 

The youngest, Samut, gave a respectful wai to everyone since he was the youngest in the group. The other two greeted Jet with a wai and nodded politely to Jin, who seemed to be around their age.

 

"Your name's the same as the lawyer at my company," Samut mumbled before turning to compliment, Your motorbike's colour is so beautiful, Inspector."

 

The inspector chuckled warmly, finding the small man's demeanour reminiscent of someone he knew well, though this one had a bit more spunk.

 

"You can just call me P'Jet, Samut. This one's called Virudhaka Number Two."

 

"Then you can call me O. What a cute name! I love har gow. Why is it number 2, though?" the curious little one asked, tilting his head. Everyone froze for a moment before realising what he meant, and then the bike's owner burst out laughing.

 

"Not the food. Virudhaka is the name of a deity in the Ramakien. He has blue skin. And it's Number Two because this is my second bike."

 

The other members tried to stifle their laughter out of sympathy for the clueless one, who could only offer a sheepish smile.

...Oh, Ocean, can you stop making a fool out of yourself for once?

 

Wonchana wrapped an arm around him in a comforting gesture and told everyone, "Now that we're all here, let's get going. If we're late, it'll be too hot."

 

"Let me fill up first," Inspector Jet said. Samut glanced at Jet shyly before mustering the courage to ask, "If you don't need the receipt, can I have it?"

 

The entire group burst into laughter, as they'd all been asked for their receipts by the little one. Jet smiled, having already seen the promotional signs, and kindly replied, "Sure, I don't need it."

 

Once he had the receipt, Samut quickly tallied the total. "Ugh, still not enough. I can't redeem it yet."

 

Samut had his eyes on a promotional dog-patterned blanket pillow, but when his tall boyfriend offered to just buy it for him, he refused.

 

...It's not about wanting the item itself.

...It's the thrill of getting it as a freebie, you know?

 

Wonchana quickly reassured him, "We'll need to fill up again when we get to Phetchaburi. You're not far off- you get it soon."

 

Samut nodded in satisfaction. And so, seven motorbikes with thirteen riders set off toward Prachuap Khiri Khan.

 

The group made stops along the way to eat and explore, with Jin capturing the atmosphere with his camera. The stars of the trip were undoubtedly the beautiful-faced man and the youngest member of the group, whom the professional photographer frequently asked to pose for him.

 

Of course, Wonchana stayed glued to his little boyfriend's side. As a result, Jin ended up with plenty of couple shots of the lovebirds. Fortunately, Samut was a natural at posing, providing a variety of shots. The beautiful-faced man, though initially shy, grew more comfortable and posed naturally, pairing well with Samut. Meanwhile, the other women in the group had their boyfriends as their personal photographers.

 

And Jacques could only watch with a sulky expression, too timid to ask to join the frame. Not to mention, Mathukorn hadn't even come because of his invitation. All in all, Samut thoroughly enjoyed the trip, finding it both fun and refreshing a new experience for someone who loved travelling.

 

By the time they arrived at a five-star boutique hotel in the late afternoon, everyone grabbed their bags from the fully loaded storage compartments. Luckily, the women in the group were all adventurous types, so their luggage wasn't too bulky. After checking in at the lobby and receiving welcome drinks, Wonchana and Arthit collected the room keycards to distribute.

 

Mathukorn, who was assigned to share a room with Jacques, swallowed nervously. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't have minded. But with this tall, half-Thai man, he felt an inexplicable unease. Their first meeting hadn't left a good impression-not exactly dislike, but certainly not fondness either.

 

And throughout the past week, this shark had been persistently hovering around, even joining his aerial yoga class-a stark contrast to his muscular build and the delicate yoga hammocks. Yet, his determination had softened Mathukorn's heart. 

 

Of course, he knew that this man was trying to court him. But it was Mathukorn himself who wasn't ready for a new relationship. He'd only agreed to come because Wonchana had invited him, wanting to surprise his little boyfriend and ensure Samut had familiar company.

...He'd completely forgotten about the shared room situation.

 

Asking to switch rooms or stay with Arthit would make him seem difficult... Oh well. Despite Jacques's brashness and occasionally tactless words, he did seem respectful.

 

Everyone dispersed to their rooms to rest, agreeing to meet again for dinner.

 

"Wow, why's the room so big?" The little one, camera in hand, hopped around the spacious room excitedly. The room was expansive, fully equipped with amenities, featuring a separate living area and a wide balcony overlooking the endless blue sea. Wonchana smiled before revealing, "l upgraded to a suite so you'd have content to post."

 

"Ugh, next time, a regular room's fine. I can make it sound exciting anyway," Samur said, wide-eyed, before walking over to hug the taller man and asking sweetly, "Thanks, P'Win. I love it.. But was it expensive?"

 

"This room's under ten thousand baht," Wonchana replied. "But there's a health resort past Khao Takiab that's a hundred thousand a night. Should I take you there next time?"

 

The frugal one's eyes nearly popped out. "No way! Such a waste of money. Staying here for several nights is better."

 

The spender laughed before pulling the stingy one down onto the wide chaise lounge, beginning a playful cuddle session to collect his 'instalment' in a lighthearted manner.

...The serious collection can wait until after the surprise.

 

At 6 PM, the group gathered at a private section of the beach, beautifully decorated with field lanterns and a long dining table draped in sheer white curtains, creating an incredibly romantic atmosphere.

 

When Jin took out his camera to capture the scene, Samut, freshly showered and dressed in a matching outfit with Wonchana, dragged Mathukorn, who had also showered and changed into a pastel colored shirt, over to the photographer.

 

"P'Jin, need models?"

 

"Of course," the photographer replied with a smile...After all, he'd been hired to take pictures of the little one.

 

And so, an intense photo session ensued until it was time for dinner. Everyone took their seats, enjoying the fresh, exquisite seafood that Wonchana had spared no expense on to thank his friends. The quality of the ingredients, combined with the renowned chef's skill, made for an unforgettable meal.

 

After the main course, Wonchana excused himself to use the restroom. Jin pretended to get up to take more general shots... but in reality, he was switching his camera to video mode.

 

Meanwhile, Samut was chatting quietly with Mathukorn, with Jacques occasionally chiming in. Then the staff began serving desserts and an array of intricately decorated pastries and fruits, prompting Samut to eagerly snap photos with his phone. And then, the sweet sound of a violin began to play.

 

Samut turned to see his tall boyfriend walking toward him, holding a bouquet of flowers. Jet, who had been filming with his phone, quickly pulled out Wonchana's chair. When the tall man reached his stunned little boyfriend, he knelt on one knee.

 

"O... We've only known each other for a month and a half, but I'm certain you're the one for me. I know you mightn't be ready for marriage yet, that you might still want to enjoy your freedom. But I truly want to take care of you. So, I'd like to ask for your engagement first. I promise, whether you're engaged or married to me, you'll still be able to live your life just as you always have."

 

Wonchana took a deep breath before asking,

"Will you honour me by getting engaged to me?"

Samut froze in shock, utterly caught off guard. The cheering squad fell silent, not wanting to pressure the little one. Wonchana waited patiently. Finally, Samut snapped out of his surprise. He didn't need much time to process his answer because, honestly, if he rejected this man, who knew if he'd ever find someone like him again? His soft, full lips curved into a radiant smile.

 

"It's my honour too, to have met you... Yes, I will."

 

Samut's small hand reached out to accept the bouquet of sweet-colored roses. Wonchana's perfectly shaped lips stretched into a wide smile, a rare sight for everyone. The cheering squad erupted into loud applause and cheers, echoing across the beach. Even the other guests inside the venue peeked out curiously. The man kneeling on one knee reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box, showing it to everyone.

 

The pristine white jewellery box opened to reveal a pair of rings. The bands were made of white gold, each set with a single, flawless diamond. The edges of the rings were delicately grooved for an elegant design, and the surface was polished to resist scratches.

 

Wonchana slid the smaller ring onto Samut's left ring finger. It fit perfectly, as if it'd been custom-made. How could it not? Wonchana had measured it himself while the little one was fast asleep.

 

Then, Wonchana kissed the back of Samut’s small hand before handing the other ring to his new fiancé to put on him. Once the ring was on, Wonchana stood up and pulled the little one up for a couple's photo amid endless congratulations from their friends, including Mathukorn, who genuinely shared in their happiness.

 

Everyone took turns snapping photos and videos to post on their Facebook. The little one raised his phone for a selfie. The newly engaged couple held up their hands, showing off their beautiful rings to the camera. Wonchana added a kiss on Samut’s cheek for good measure. But when Samut was about to post the photo on Facebook, he hesitated.

 

"P'Win... Do you think my mom and P'Sea will be upset?"

 

'They won't be," Wonchana reassured him. "I already called and got their approval last week. And during Chinese New Year at the end of the month, I'll take you to Hat Yai with my parents so the elders can discuss everything formally."

 

Samut’s eyes widened at how thoroughly everything had been planned.

...Mom and P'Sea haven't said a word about this.

 

Samut felt a warm glow from the thoughtfulness of the man in front of him. Wonchana had taken care of everything for him. In the end, all the little one could do was lean in and kiss his new fiancé's cheek as a thank you.

 

Wonchana then asked, "What kind of engagement ceremony would you like?"

 

Samut paused briefly before deciding firmly, "I don't want anything extravagant... Or do you want a big ceremony?"

 

Wonchana smiled at the adorable sight before him. "I'll go along with whatever you want. As long as I can announce to everyone that you're my fiancé, that's enough for me."

 

Samut gave him a sweet smile and said, "Then let's save the big event for next time."

 

Wonchana immediately understood the implication. He didn't say anything, simply pressing a loving kiss to Samut’s cheek, just as their friends looked up and started teasing. Soon, the chants of 'Kiss! Kiss!' filled the air. Samut smiled bashfully but leaned in to give his fiancé a quick peck, which prompted Wonchana to shower him with kisses in return, not wanting to be outdone. Jin captured every moment on camera, so by the time Samut finally sent a LINE message to his mom and brother, his cheeks and lips were nearly sore.

 

After sharing the news, his mother and brother had no objections and even sent their blessings. Samut then updated his Facebook status to 'Engaged, accompanied by a loving selfie of the couple showing off their rings. Wonchana quickly accepted the relationship status update. Naturally, they both turned off notifications, knowing full well the flood of squealing comments that would follow, not to mention the tags from their friends.

 

But little did they know...

...Someone who saw that status was deeply displeased.