Billionaire Biker Boy

Special Chapter 3 - Oppa's New Haircut

 

"Then why don't you just divorce me already?"

Wichien's voice rang out, filled with anger, as his legally wedded wife refused to let him into the bedroom.

 

Onnapha had ordered the servants to move her husband's belongings to an empty room on the ground floor of the mansion, leaving the husband frustrated. Yet, he couldn't do much, still wary of offending his father-in-law.

 

"Divorce you so you can go live happily with that shameless mistress of yours? Hah! Return all the money you embezzled first, and then I'll consider it. I'd love to see how your precious mistress reacts when you're left with nothing. Let's see if she still wants an old, useless man like you," Onnapha spoke in a superior tone. She knew full well that Wichien would never return the money. Meanwhile, her lawyer was already working to track down her husband's assets and have them frozen.

 

"Pear and I love each other. She has her own money and her own business. Even if I'm left with nothing, she'll still accept me," Wichien retorted, though his voice lacked confidence. He knew better than anyone that Pearwa's business had been funded by the money he embezzled. Now, she was facing lawsuits demanding tens of millions in damages for being his mistress. Worse, Pearwa's frequent social media posts served as excellent evidence for Onnapha's lawyer.

 

"Then return the money. You came with nothing, so leave with nothing," Onnapha replied dismissively.

 

The man, with his portly figure, turned red with rage. "But I've brought so much profit to the company! Are you really going to leave me with nothing?"

 

Onnapha let out a loud, mocking laugh before slamming the table with a bang. "Profit? Profit from scamming clients and embezzling for yourself? You've got some nerve saying that. Do you know how much I had to pay Atcharangkul in damages? To restore our credibility, I sent them a new machine and promised that your name would never appear in the company again to avoid being blacklisted. Do you even know how many millions that cost? Or have all the cells drained from your brain to your dick, huh?"

 

Wichien clenched his fists tightly.

...Those Atcharangkuls. They were the reason his secrets were exposed. Especially that gay kid from the other night. It had to be his doing. 

Normally, Vichai wasn't that cunning, after all.

 

The middle-aged man bottled up his seething resentment, letting it fester in his chest.

 

"Oh my gosh, whose boyfriend is this? So oppa-like... Annyeonghaseyo!"

 

Samut teased his fiancé after Wonchana finished blow-drying his hair. Today, the taller man took him to their regular salon in Thonglor for haircuts. Initially, the smaller man wanted to get a trendy haircut like a certain viral singer. But after some thought, he realised it mightn't turn out well. So, he decided to stick with his usual mushroom cut. The only difference was that Wonchana had booked a full hair spa treatment for him, going all out.

 

The taller man was worried Samut would get bored waiting, as he planned to dye his entire head a darker shade to cover the grown-out grey highlights from his previous style.

 

'Those highlights last time? They helped me snag a boyfriend, Wonchana bragged to the flamboyant male stylist as soon as they met, drawing playful cheers and teasing from everyone. His small boyfriend blushed furiously.

 

After the marathon hair session that took half the day, Samut's eyes widened at Wonchana's new look. His low fade haircut was shorter than usual, with layers that weren't slicked back but instead parted slightly to let the fringe fall over his forehead, almost like bangs. The dark brown dye, with subtle highlights, transformed him from a thirty-something vice president into someone who looked more like a K-drama oppa

 

Samut couldn't resist teasing his fiancé in Korean. The taller man ran a hand through his hair, a bit embarrassed, before leaning down to whisper in the smaller man's ear

 

"When you've got a younger boyfriend, you've gotta keep up. Don't want the kid to feel like he's dating an old man."

 

The cheeky, smaller man shot back immediately, "Well, I happen to like older boyfriends. Like.. 'daddy' types, you know?" The older boyfriend's heart fluttered at that.

...This cheeky little boyfriend is just too tempting

 

"Then tonight, Nuu O, you can wait for Daddy to collect his dues," he countered, making the younger man blush and squirm. But Samut's embarrassment didn't last long before his eye twitched at the sight of the check.

...Ridiculous. Two men getting their hair done cost over ten thousand baht?!

 

Wonchana handed his black card to the cashier without batting an eye. Once they got the receipt, the smaller man immediately asked to see the itemised list. Just the haircut alone was over a thousand baht each. The dyeing and hair treatments for Wonchana cost over five thousand, and Samut’s spa treatment was also over five thousand, filled with the word 'organic' everywhere.

 

Samut took a deep breath, telling himself he needed to get used to this. The man who spent over five thousand baht on hair treatments chuckled at his reaction. "This isn't just a haircut. You're paying for the stylist's skill and the relaxing experience."

 

The one supposedly enjoying the relaxation scrunched his nose. "I know, but for someone used to two-hundred-baht haircuts, this is going to give me a heart attack."

 

Wonchana laughed and then invited Samut to grab a meal and shop for a new bed for Pada, who had been with them for a week now.

 

The night before, after Wonchana had finished 'collecting his dues, the smaller man, lying face down beneath him, had turned to see the tiny Chihuahua resting his chin on his bed, wide-eyed, watching the live show. Samut had been mortified.

..Didn't you fall asleep?!

 

They'd searched online for a new bed for Pada and were drawn to a teepee. But when they saw it in person, Wonchana leaned down to whisper in the smaller man's ear, "The teepee looks nice, but the canvas is too thin. When you make noise, Pada will still wake up."

 

"P'Win!"

 

Samut whispered sharply, glaring with a flushed face. Luckily, the shop owner was standing far away and didn't hear their embarrassing conversation. The mischievous man stifled his laughter, wrapping an arm around the smaller man's waist in apology. He then pointed out a dome-shaped, thickly padded bed. Once they found one they liked, Wonchana paid for it.

 

After leaving the pet shop, they got in the car to head home. But after driving for a while, Samut noticed something odd. Wonchana had grown quiet and even turned the car in a different direction.

 

"Aren't we going home?"

 

The taller man turned to smile at him. "I'm taking you to Don Quijote to get some sweet potato cake. You're out, aren't you?"

 

Samut beamed and immediately started sweet-talking. "Can we get some big strawberries, too?"

 

Last time, the smaller man had tried them and was absolutely smitten, marvelling at their fragrant aroma.

 

"Of course," Wonchana replied with a smile, though his eyes were tense.

 

After shopping and returning home, they put away the groceries, cleaned the new bed for Pada, and replaced the old one, repositioning it so the entrance faced the foot of their bed. Wonchana placed Pada's old blanket inside the new bed to keep the familiar scent. If Pada didn't wander out at night, he wouldn't see anything happening on the bed, just hear the accompanying sound effects.

 

When Samut went to the main house to play with the tiny Chihuahua and help Ranee cook, Wonchana grabbed two helmets, removed the camera from one, and downloaded the footage onto his computer. When he found what he was looking for...

...The man picked up his phone and made a call.

 

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After that day, Samut noticed something strange. His fiancé stopped riding his Ducati to work. Instead, the smaller man got to ride in the sports car to the Atcharangkul Building every day. Wonchana only rode the big motorbike when running quick errands alone.

 

By the first Thursday of March, after Samut finished his last English tutoring session, Wonchana pulled him onto his lap and said, "Nuu O, let's go on a trip this Saturday. P'Ong and P'Jet are going to Ayutthaya for some prawns."

 

The prawn lover's eyes lit up, though he still looked a bit worried. "Are we staying overnight? I need to study. My exams are next Saturday."

 

"Nope. We'll go in the morning and come back in the evening. You've got a whole week before your exams. You're so diligent; you'll pass easily. Don't worry. Take a break and have some fun."

 

"Alright, let's go," the travel enthusiast agreed happily.

 

On Saturday, dressed in full biker gear, Wonchana and Samut rode to the meeting point on Vibhavadi Rangsit Road. Once everyone arrived, Samut was surprised to see only four big motorbikes this time. He recognised Arthit and Jet, but the other three were strangers, two tall men and one petite woman.

 

The smaller man's face turned pale when Jet introduced the others, and Wonchana revealed the real reason for this trip. "Don't be scared, Nuu O. I won't let anything happen to you," Wonchana whispered to comfort his lover.

 

As they set off for Ayutthaya, Samut couldn't help but think that if he hadn't known the truth, this trip would've been as fun as always. But carrying a heart full of worry, this outing was anything but enjoyable.

 

By late afternoon, the group decided to head back to Bangkok. The four big motorbikes unhurriedly rode in a formation, with Arthit's red motorbike leading the way, followed by Jet's, then the motorbike with the two tall men, and finally the grey Ducati trailing further and further behind. The tall rider of the Ducati had lifted his helmet shield and was trying to chat with the smaller man hugging his waist. Fortunately, the Ducati Multistrada V4S was equipped with a high-level radar safety system. So, when a black car suddenly cut in front of the Ducati, followed by another big motorbike blocking the rear, the million-baht motorbike came to a safe stop just in time. 

 

Two men, one from the car's passenger seat and the other from the back of the big motorbike, got out. One of them pulled out a gun and aimed it at the tall rider, who raised his hands in surrender without resistance. The other man grabbed the smaller passenger by the arm and yanked him off the Ducati. As soon as the smaller person's feet hit the ground, before anyone could react, the Ducati rider's voice came out in a soft murmur:

 

"Fake gun."

 

And just like that, the man who had pulled the smaller passenger off the motorbike was on the ground, taken down by the smaller person wielding a real gun. The man holding the fake gun was next, his wrist twisted with a loud crack by the tall rider's large hand, causing the weapon to drop. The remaining culprits in the car and on the big motorbike were left stunned, unable to react before the motorbike with the two tall men doubled back, guns drawn to threaten them.

 

The four culprits only snapped out of their daze when they heard handcuffs clicking around their wrists. Once the situation was under control, the red and blue motorbikes returned to regroup. Everyone had been connected via the same communication channel through their headsets, so they were aware of the unfolding events. Jet had deliberately lifted his helmet shield and chatted with his passenger to discreetly observe the followers and create an opening for the culprits to make their move.

 

Wonchana and Samut, who had been riding on Virudhaka, let out a sigh of relief as the local police, whom Jet had coordinated with, arrived to take the culprits into custody.

 

Jet teased, "Alright, Mr Vice President, come get your motorbike back. Not a single scratch on it has to be the smoothest arrest ever."

 

"That's because you've planned it so well. And we were lucky it was a fake gun," said the beautiful Captain Dao, who had taken down one of the culprits with a swift kick.

 

"Thank you so much, P'Jet. I owe you one," Wonchana said gratefully.

 

"You don't owe me a thing. It's the duty of the police to protect and serve," Jet replied before turning to Samut. "...O, were you scared?"

 

"Not scared, just a little worried. Luckily, no one got hurt," Samut replied.

 

"Haha, it's all thanks to Ducati's amazing brakes. Otherwise, I mightn't have stopped in time either. I'm starting to want one of these," Jet said, stroking the grey motorbike with admiration.

 

"Why not get one, Inspector?" teased one of the young officers.

 

"Oh, please. On a police officer's meagre salary, how could I afford a million-baht motorbike? Besides, Virudhaka would get jealous," Jet joked.

 

In truth, Jet's father, despite reaching the pinnacle of his career, was an honest officer who never used his position for personal gain. Jet was also fortunate to have inherited enough wealth from his grandparents. On top of that, his mother's family, which was in the textile business, was even wealthier. So, buying a million-baht motorbike wouldn't have been an issue for Jet.

 

Wonchana, knowing this, still teased, "If this motorbike weren't the one that led me to meet O, I'd give it to you, P'Jet. Oh, but you can have the helmet, clothes, and boots. I bought new ones for myself and O anyway."

 

Wonchana had purchased matching gear for himself and Samut to confuse the culprits, making it harder for them to tell who was riding which motorbike. He'd also chosen Captain Dao for the operation because her build was similar to Samut’s. Once she donned the matching gear, it was impossible to tell them apart. Wonchana had spent hundreds of thousands on this plan, but it was worth every baht to ensure his Little Chihuahua's safety.

 

"Ugh, the lovebirds are making me sick. I'm so jealous. Let's go, Captain Dao. We've got work to finish," Jet said, feigning exasperation. Everyone burst into laughter before heading back to their vehicles. They turned around and drove to the nearby police station to give their statements and hand over the helmet camera footage as evidence. Samut let out a quiet sigh of relief.

 

Wonchana had only told him that he suspected they were being followed for several days. He became certain of it on the Saturday they went for haircuts. The trip to Don Quijote had been a test to confirm his suspicions. Afterwards, he reviewed the footage from the helmet camera. Luckily, Samut's habit of looking around at the scenery had captured plenty of evidence. It was clear they'd been followed for days.

 

Wonchana had called Inspector Jet to report the situation. From then on, Wonchana had been extra cautious. He noticed that when he rode his motorbike alone, the followers would back off. But if Samut was with him, they'd tail them persistently, as if waiting for the right moment. Jet had confidently concluded that the culprits' target was to abduct Samut.

 

This theory led to the carefully planned operation that unfolded today. No wonder Wonchana had told him not to go anywhere alone last week. Samut hadn't thought much of it, assuming his fiancé was just overly protective. He hadn't refused the well-meaning advice. 

 

But who would want to harm him? It couldn't be Sirichok-he'd already been forgiven and was still in prison. Nittaya had resigned and even sent her apologies through Sakawjai before leaving.

..So who else had he crossed paths with?