Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 8. The Gift

 

When they returned to the cool, air-conditioned office, all four of them suddenly became aware of the smell of sweat and food clinging to their clothes. For the first time, Samut voiced his complaint.

 

"Oh man, the smell! How does it stick to clothes like this?"

 

Especially the smell of fish cakes. And tonight, he had to play the role of the vice president's entertainer.

...A moment of silence for the stinkiest entertainer in the world.

 

Sakawjai handed him two items: a cylindrical bottle and a large pack of purple Dettol wet wipes. "Here, I'll let you borrow these. This deodorising spray works well. It neutralises odours without being too overpowering, and it's reasonably priced. You can find it in most department stores. The wet wipes are for wiping off sweat."

 

"Thank you so much, P'Som. You're an angel," Samut accepted her goodwill with genuine gratitude. Sakawjai beamed widely, pleased by the compliment from the adorable young man. Samut then went to freshen up in the restroom. Luckily, he didn't have body odour, thanks to his decision to undergo laser hair removal in certain areas. This made maintaining personal hygiene much easier, even though he was naturally not very hairy. 

 

As a result, he didn't rely much on deodorant. A simple wipe down with wet wipes was enough. He decided to take off his damp tank top, fold it, and tuck it into his pants pocket, planning to put it in his bag later.

....Hmm, maybe I should stock up on these items for my desk.

 

When he returned to his desk, Samut was surprised to find a cup of iced cocoa from the coffee shop downstairs sitting there. He handed the items back to Sakawjai, who was also heading to the restroom, and asked, "P'Som, whose cocoa is this?"

 

"I forgot to ask. The cleaning lady said it was for you, Ocean. Wow... It's only your first day, and someone's already giving you gifts. Being good-looking really is an advantage. I'm so jelly!"

 

The said good-looking guy frowned. "I think someone's trying to poison me instead."

 

"Hahaha! Then hurry up and drink it. If anything happens, we can rush you to the hospital," Som teased, before heading off to the restroom. Samut was left sitting alone, staring at the cup of cocoa with '25 percent' written on the side in marker. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He snapped a photo of the cocoa and sent it via LINE to Sirichok.

 

Oat, did you buy me this cocoa?: Ocean

There was a pause before Sirichok read the message. Samut thought his friend might've gotten busy at work. Just as he was about to set his phone down, Sirichok replied.

 

Oat: Yeah, it's to make up for the sandwich from this morning.

Thanks so much, Oat. You know me so well.: Ocean

 

When Sirichok didn't respond further, Samut happily sipped the cocoa. Then he glanced at the khao tom mud he'd bought earlier, hesitating. If he finished the cocoa, he probably wouldn't have room for the dessert, especially since he was already feeling full from the fish cakes. Samut turned to another colleague who had just finished applying lipstick. "P'Pern, can I store this in the fridge?"

 

"Of course, but make sure to label it with your name. The microwave in the pantry is free to use, but don't overheat anything until it explodes, or Noi will complain," Wanna said, referring to the cleaning lady responsible for the floor.

 

Samur thanked her, grabbed a sticky note and pen, wrote his name, and attached it to the bag of khao tom mud. After carefully tying the bag, he placed it in the pantry fridge and returned to his desk, sipping his cocoa contentedly.

...Wow, branded cocoa. This is yummy.

 

The afternoon passed uneventfully. Samut spent his time reading manuals and documents to understand his job responsibilities. He picked things up quickly since procurement was essentially a part of logistics, which he was already familiar

with. Once he'd read everything, Wanna decided to give him a tour of the company and introduce him to the various departments. As they were about to leave, another woman from the procurement department walked in.

 

Nittaya, or Yaya, entered with a bright face. Samut gave her a polite smile, but Yaya merely glanced at him and ignored him. Wanna, who prided herself on being the senior, felt annoyed and gave a playful yet pointed remark. "Hey, Nit, although our company doesn't have strict clock-in and clock-out times, you should know what's reasonable. Don't take advantage of company time too much."

 

"Oh, I told you to call me Yaya. And it's just once in a while, P'Pern. I always finish my work on time and never slack off. You should focus on keeping the newbie in line. He looks so frail; he might mess things up," Nittaya retorted before heading back to her desk.

 

The newbie was stunned. It was his first time encountering someone like her. But remembering what his mother had taught him about human kindness, Samut could only sigh and let it go.

 

Wanna introduced him to every department, ending with accounting. There, Sirichok stood out in his dark blue shirt, exuding a charm that hit Samut right in the heart. The petite man stared at his best friend, his heart pounding.

...Still as handsome as ever.

 

After introducing the new hire, Wanna was prepared to take him back to their department. Samut asked to stay and chat with his best friend for ten minutes. The senior smiled fondly and said, "Go ahead. There's nothing else to do in our department. I'll start teaching you tomorrow."

 

"Thank you so much, P'Pern."

 

Samut hurried over to Sirichok's desk and struck up a conversation. "Oat, how have you been? It's been so long. Have you lost weight?"

 

The man smiled faintly. "Not really. And life's just the usual. What about you? Moving to Bangkok alone like this, your family didn't say anything?"

 

"Oh, Mom doesn't mind. She never says no to me. But my annoying big brother took all my savings. He said if I want to live in Bangkok, I have to stand on my own two feet."

 

"What?! What do you mean?" Sirichok asked, shocked.

 

"It means I have to survive in Bangkok on a salary of just over ten thousand baht a month. Plus, I have to pay him 4,000 baht a month for the condo. After deducting transportation and meals at 60 baht per meal, I'm left with only 4,000 baht for the month. That doesn't even include personal items or my phone bill. The only good thing is that utilities are included in the condo rent," Samut explained, his tone surprisingly calm.

 

"So, no more eating out at nice places?"

 

"Yeah, probably not for a while. I'm thinking of finding a part-time job."

 

Sirichok fell silent before cutting the conversation short. "Alright, it's time to get back to work. You should head back to your department. Let's catch up at lunch tomorrow."

 

Samut didn't argue, knowing he didn't want to impose on Sirichok's colleagues. Plus, his friend hadn't forgotten their lunch plans. He returned to his department without complaint.

All while oblivious to the changing gaze of his best friend, who was also his crush.

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At 5 PM, Wonchana received a message from Little Chihuahua saying he was done for the day. He replied, telling the smaller man to wait downstairs.

The man smirked slightly...

 

He rushed through his tasks like never before to meet the deadline. Though he wasted a bit of time scrolling through Facebook and making a few calls to order items, he made up for it by eating lunch at his desk. His secretary was surprised, wondering why her boss was in such a hurry to leave.

 

Wonchana grabbed a bag containing a helmet, gloves, and a small black riding jacket he'd ordered from his usual shop that morning. He then left his office. At the parking area, the biker opened his locker, placed the bag inside, and pulled out a high-collared windbreaker, gloves, and a helmet. The flashy orange vest he'd worn earlier was left behind without a second thought. He picked up the bag and locked the locker.

 

As he rode his bike to the side entrance, he spotted the petite man waiting in the same spot where he'd dropped him off that morning. Wonchana parked his bike, grabbed the bag hanging from one of the handlebars, and pulled out a new helmet. He placed it on Little Chihuahua's head amid the curious glances of passersby.

 

"Huh? Where did this helmet come from?" the Chihuahua asked, puzzled.

 

...Didn't you say it was broken?

 

"I bought a new one. It's already cleaned, so don't worry," the hygiene-conscious man replied.

 

"Was it expensive?" Samut asked nervously.

 

...You're not going to deduct it from my pay, are you?!

 

Wonchana paused briefly before deflecting the question. "Well.. compared to regular models, it's quite expensive."

 

...It's just the equivalent of nearly three months of this little pup's salary, that's all.

 

Before he could ask anything else, Samut noticed his boss pulling out what looked like a leather jacket and preparing to help him put it on. He froze, as if suddenly remembering something.

 

"Oh... I left my suit jacket upstairs," he said.

 

"You can grab it tomorrow... But this is a protective jacket. Wear it in case of an accident. It helps reduce the severity of injuries. The same goes for the gloves."

 

"D-Did you buy this for me?" Samut, worried about a salary deduction, asked.

 

"Yes, and don't overthink it. It's for your own safety," Wonchana quickly replied, noticing the Chihuahua's reluctant expression, as if mourning the expense. "... I'm not charging you for it."

 

Samut let out a sigh of relief and allowed the taller man to dress him up like a doll. Once the gloves were securely in place, Wonchana instructed Little Chihuahua to spin around for a full view. He looked at him with satisfaction.

....Now I get why people enjoy dressing up their pets.