Love of Silom

Chapter 17 - Epilogue - Two Years Later.

 

"Krit, how's your day going?"

 

I asked, taking the chance to slip out and call Krit in front of the classroom before the professor arrived.

 

"I just dropped Singto off at home. Now, I'm on my way to pick you up," he reported.

 

I smiled to myself. Today, Krit volunteered to pick Singto up from nursery since Waii had an exam, and I finished class late. So, he came to pick me up at the university so we could head back to the condo together.

 

"Thank you, Captain. With you taking care of the people like this, the country is sure to thrive!"

 

I teased him. After the incident where Krit was shot in the line of duty, he was later promoted to Police Captain. As for me, I finally returned to university to study in the Faculty of Architecture, just as I had planned. By the time I graduate and start working, Krit might already be a Police Inspector. Hmm... an inspector and an architect sounds like a perfect match. I should start practising calling him Inspector Krit from today.

 

"And what does the citizen have to offer as a token of appreciation?" He asked.

 

"Well... Could I cook dinner for you? Or maybe give you a massage?"

 

"I've had your cooking before. I'll take the massage instead."

 

"Such a smart choice, huh? If you get here before my class ends, just park at the usual spot, okay? I'll come find you."

 

After hanging up, I returned to the classroom. Over the past two years, a lot has happened for both Krit and me. I managed to save enough money to buy a house for my family—a small home on a fifty-square-wah plot of land in the suburbs. It was my greatest pride. Every single baht came from my hard work during the year I spent working at the host bar. But it came at a cost—I started visiting the doctor more often for stomach ulcers, to the point where they warned me to cut back on alcohol.

 

But I kept drinking anyway. I pushed myself until I finally had enough money to buy the house, set aside funds for both my and Waii's education, and even opened a small coffee shop in one corner of the house for my mom and Waii to manage together. Since Waii had enrolled in a non-formal education program, he had the time to help run the business, and I fully supported him, stepping in whenever I could.

 

Even so, I still refused to quit working at the host bar. I had lived in poverty for as long as I could remember and never wanted to go back to that life. As long as I could still make money from this job, I was determined to push it to the limit—until I ended up being rushed to the hospital with a gastric haemorrhage.

 

Being a host was a fast way to make money, but it came at the cost of my body, like selling my soul to the devil, except I was auctioning off my organs piece by piece. First, my stomach. Then, my liver. And eventually, the rest would follow. 

 

Krit completely lost it. He gave me an ultimatum: quit the job or work as an assistant manager at his mom's music school instead. Since I already had enough savings for my education, I should return to my architecture studies, as I had always wanted.

 

On top of that, Krit insisted that I move out of the condo I was staying in and live in a different condo he had bought as an investment. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a place closer to the university, since my family home was too far out of town.

 

Everything made perfect sense—until the moment I had to move into the new condo. Krit called it a long-term investment, saying property values would rise over time. He said he was just letting me stay there for now. But if that were the case, why was the ownership under my name?

 

In the end, I accepted his kindness and support. Having gone through the ordeal of Krit being injured and falling into a coma, I had come to truly understand what it felt like to watch someone you love suffer. I didn't want him to spend his nights worrying about me, whether I was drinking too much, whether my body was breaking down from the way I was living. And so, my life became that of an ordinary university student. I woke up early for classes, worked part-time at the music school, and—well, ahem—had a ridiculously handsome boyfriend who picked me up from campus regularly.

 

That evening, after class ended, I left the room and headed downstairs. Krit was probably already waiting in the parking lot. As I stepped down the stairs in front of the building, someone called out to me. "Wayu!"

 

I turned to look. It was one of my juniors, a member of my project group. Since I had taken time off from school, all my classmates were technically my juniors.

 

"Thanks a lot for stepping in earlier. I totally blanked on that zoning law," he said, handing me a lollipop. "Here, take this as a thank-you for now. I'll treat you to a meal next time!"

 

"Hey, no need! This is more than enough." I took the lollipop by the stick. He had just made a small mistake while presenting the required distance between buildings and the main road, as required by the law.

 

"Alright, thanks again, Wayu!" He waved before heading off. I slipped the lollipop into my back pocket and continued walking to the faculty's parking lot, where we had agreed to meet. Krit was already there, leaning against the car while talking on the phone. He was still in his police uniform, having gone straight from work to pick up Singto and drop him off before coming here.

 

My heart pounded. He was tall, handsome, and had an undeniable presence. No matter which part of him I looked at, my pulse quickened. Dangerous. If we weren't already together, I'd do everything I could to win him over. But if he made the first move... I'd play hard to get—just a little before giving in. Because honestly, there was no way I could resist him.

 

"Who are you here to pick up, Captain?" I called out as he put his phone away after ending the call.

 

"Just picking up a student and taking him home safely," Krit replied smoothly, opening the car door for me. I thanked him and got in. Once he was seated inside as well, I turned to ask,

 

"So, do I have to give you that massage today?" Krit's eyes gleamed mischievously, and my chest tightened with anticipation. I knew I had just provoked him, and I was definitely about to pay for it. But I just couldn't help myself.

 

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We arrived at the condo around 9 p.m. My unit was on the 38th floor, offering a full, breathtaking view of the city skyline.

 

"Do you want to order food first, Krit?" I asked as we entered the room. I walked past the hallway into the main area, which was divided into different sections: a workspace, a large sofa in the living room, and beyond that, my bedroom. On the opposite side, past the living area, was the dining table and a long kitchen counter against the wall. A large marble-topped kitchen island stood slightly apart, serving as a food preparation space.

 

I made my way to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a sip. Since we had come back late, cooking didn't seem like an option tonight. I was about to open my food delivery app when I turned to ask Krit again, only to realise he hadn't answered me. That was when he suddenly pressed up behind me.

 

"Put your hands on the wall. Now," he ordered.

 

"What..."

 

I didn't even finish my sentence before he grabbed my arms and pressed them against the wall. Then, he kicked my ankles apart.

 

"Why are you frisking me? I don't have anything illegal on me," I protested.

 

"Are you sure?"

 

Krit moved in so close that I could feel his breath against my ear. His hands moved over my chest, arms, and torso. I just realised that getting searched by a cop could make my heart race like this; it was strangely thrilling.

 

Then, he slid his hands down to my waist, stepping in even closer, nearly embracing me. I shivered slightly as his warm, soft lips brushed against my ear before trailing slowly down my neck. That was my weak spot. What the hell was he doing? What kind of search is this, sending a shiver all the way to my fingertips? Would any other cop search a suspect like this?

 

His hands travelled lower, down to my hips...I didn't want to get arrested, but... Hmm. Maybe this once. Yeah... right there... I liked it. And then... he pulled a lollipop out of my pocket. Holding it up to my face, he let me get a good look at it. I stared at it like it was an alien lollipop, mysteriously placed in my pocket without me noticing.

 

"Anything you want to say?" He asked.

"Uh..."

 

Oh, for fuck's sake. It wasn't just a regular strawberry lollipop; I only noticed now that the wrapper had handwriting on it: 'Wayu, along with a doodle of a smiling face with heart-shaped eyes. Why the hell didn't that junior just give me a plain lollipop?!

 

I glanced up at Krit. He was the perfect man in every way, and I could hardly find anything to criticise-looks, personality, career, status. There was just one exception… He was insanely jealous.

 

"What's this?" He asked.

"A... a lollipop"

 

"I can see that. What I want to know is how you got it. Who gave it to you? And why does it have this stupid smiley face with heart eyes?"

 

"It's from a junior. I helped him a little with his presentation, so he gave me this."

 

"Then why were you acting all sneaky about it?"

 

"Uh."

 

His voice immediately became more serious.

"I don't mind if people flirt with you, but hiding things from me? That's not okay."

 

Don’t mind, my ass.

 

The way he had dragged me into a kiss in the middle of Silom Road just because he was jealous of Mind was still burned into my memory. That's why I never brought up small, meaningless things that didn't even bother me—no need to give him a reason to get annoyed for nothing.

 

"So, does this mean people hit on you every single day?"

 

He pointed a finger at me, demanding an answer.

 

"It's not like that!"

 

I mean... sometimes there was a two-or three-day gap.

 

"Do you think I'm some kind of celebrity, getting hit on twenty-four seven? I'm not that hot."

"You've been caught red-handed, and you're still going to deny it?"

 

"I just..."

 

CLICK.

I froze as he locked a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. I lifted my hands to stare at them in shock.

 

"What the hell, Krit?!"

 

"Arresting a suspect who refuses to confess," he said smoothly.

 

"Come on, don't play like this. Unlock them," I pleaded.

 

Krit stepped back, crossed his arms, and spoke with a neutral expression.

 

"If you can satisfy me, I'll unlock them."

 

"What do you want me to do?"

 

He smirked, then leaned against the kitchen counter, issuing his command.

 

"Unbutton your shirt. All of it."

 

I stared at him. We were now in the spacious room in the kitchen area, with him standing by the long counter while I was by the large kitchen island. Beyond that, there was a large window and a set of sofas where you could sit and look out at the city.

 

"You're not going to do it?" He raised an eyebrow.

 

"Then I won't unlock you."

 

Fine. I reached for my shirt buttons. Meanwhile, Krit unwrapped the lollipop he had taken from me. It was the kind with a stick and a round strawberry-flavoured candy on top. He tossed the wrapper into the trash, put the lollipop in his mouth, and watched me undo my buttons one by one, from the top to the very last one. My shirt hung open, exposing my chest and abs.

 

"This is all I can do," I said. "I can't take it off with these cuffs on."

 

"Then take off your pants."

 

Gosh, officer. Go big or go home, eh? But judging by his expression, he wasn't backing down. So, I had no choice but to do as he said. It wasn't easy since my wrist was still handcuffed. I unzipped my pants and took them off, sliding them down to my feet.

Now, I was standing there, half-naked, with Krit watching me. He took the lollipop out of his mouth, his gaze sweeping slowly over my legs before settling on the middle of my body. The corner of his mouth curved up slightly before his eyes met mine again.

Our gazes locked. His eyes burned with clear, unfiltered desire. Heat rushed to my face, and my stomach clenched just the way he looked at me.

 

Krit stepped closer, still holding the lollipop. My heart pounded as he pressed up against me, his palm sliding over my chest and lower—trailing past my navel, fingers brushing the thin trail of hair leading downward—a wave of tingling heat spread through my body.

 

I tilted my head back, parting my lips as a soft moan escaped. Krit looked at me with satisfaction. He traced the moist red lollipop across my lips, and when I opened my mouth to take it in, he pulled it away and tossed it into the sink. He captured my lips in a deep, lingering kiss, so intense that the taste of strawberry filled my senses. It lasted until we were nearly breathless, but neither of us wanted to stop.

 

When he finally pulled away, we both gasped for air. I licked my lips lightly, savouring the lingering sweetness. Krit's eyes darkened as he leaned in and kissed me again—this time rougher, more intense, igniting something deeper within me.

Then, he knelt, sliding his hands between my thighs and pressing soft kisses onto the sensitive skin. His thumb caressed my inner thigh, sending shivers through me as heat pooled at my core.

 

Krit trailed kisses upward, his lips brushing against the fine hairs on my skin. My toes curled, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. His hand moved to cup my backside, kneading the flesh before his fingers slipped into the narrow space between, pressing precisely where he knew I would react instantly.

 

"Krit.." I breathed out, my voice a mix of words and desperate moans. Krit stood up and lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my hands still bound in handcuffs, but he didn't carry me to the bedroom—he set me down on the kitchen counter and took me right there.

 

I didn't even register the cool marble against my skin. My entire body was burning, surrendering completely to him. I could only bite down on his muscular shoulder when he pushed into me. He moved with an unrelenting rhythm, as if he had been holding back for far too long. I moaned, overwhelmed by the mix of pleasure and intensity, my hands unable to touch myself as he drove into me. The deep, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the kitchen, sweat dripping from his body onto my stomach. And finally, he thrust in deep one last time before releasing completely.

 

Afterwards, we showered and ordered food, opting to eat at a different dining table because, honestly, it was a little embarrassing to eat in the same place we had just messed up.

 

"This Sunday, let's go have dinner at my parents' place," Krit said.

 

"Alright," I nodded. "Should we buy a fish? Last time, your dad mentioned he wanted steamed fish with plums. And let's bring a coconut cake for your mom too."

 

Over the past two years, not only had my relationship with Krit grown deeper, but my relationship with his dad had also made some progress, though at a turtle's pace. At first, Krit's dad could barely stand to be in the same room with me for more than fifteen minutes. But we both made an effort.

 

It wasn't easy to change someone's deeply ingrained beliefs, but I kept trying. I was fighting against his resistance while also cheering him on in my heart. Slowly, I had started to break the ice with him. We could have small conversations—nothing too smooth or easy, like with Krit's mom—but it was something. I put my sincerity on full display. Krit's dad was an experienced man who had seen a lot in life. I believed he could see for himself what kind of person I was and whether my feelings for his son were genuine.

 

Krit and I had dinner at his family's house once a month. Two years had passed, and this was all I had achieved: one family dinner per month. Did I ever feel discouraged? Look at my boyfriend. Handsome, sporty, kind, and insanely good in bed. What was there to be discouraged about? I must have built temples or saved the nation in my past life to have landed Krit as my boyfriend.

 

After dinner, we lounged on the couch, watching a series together. I sprawled against Krit, feeling utterly content just being with him. Simple moments like these, just the two of us, relaxed and at ease, were all I ever wanted.

 

"Weren't you going to give me a massage?" Krit reminded me.

 

"Of course," I said, shifting away from leaning against Krit. He had taken care of me in so many ways, so even doing the little things for him was something I was more than happy to do.

 

Krit lay face down, and I started by massaging his shoulders, then moved to his back. He seemed to really enjoy it, letting out soft moans whenever I hit the right spots. As I kneaded his muscles, I couldn't help but admire his body. Krit was ridiculously fit with broad shoulders, firm biceps, and a sculpted back that tapered down to a strong waist.

 

"You have an amazing body," I blurted out without thinking.

 

"You like it?" He turned his head slightly to look at me.

 

"Of course I do. And not just your body—I like everything about you."

 

Krit tilted his head more towards me. When I saw his smile, I immediately knew I had walked right into a trap. Krit propped himself up, grabbed my arm, and spoke in a smooth, low voice.

 

"Let me massage you now."

 

"Um... Just a regular massage, right?" I eyed him suspiciously.

 

"Yeah, of course. Why are you so paranoid? We just did it. Who would be in a rush to go again?"

 

"Okay, fine. A massage from you actually sounds nice."

 

So we switched places. I lay face down, and Krit started massaging me in return. His touch was firm but soothing. I closed my eyes, letting him work over my body with care. Let me tell you something: never trust a cop's words too easily.

 

Nobody got to finish the series that night. It played in the background while other sounds took over. Krit's version of a "massage" was definitely not an official Thai massage technique. His hands were firm, and his "session" lasted a very, very long time. My entire body was rocked under his touch. By the time we were done, it was nearly 3 a.m. I was beyond exhausted, completely drained. Krit had to carry me to bed and gently tuck me under the blanket.

 

"Get some rest," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. I was really annoyed, but I was too tired to hit him. Krit moved to lie beside me and loosely wrapped his arm around me from behind.

 

"You're really worn out, huh? Sorry... I just missed you. It's been five days."

"It's fine. I can handle it," I mumbled. "But next time, you don't have to save up five days' worth of energy and unleash it all in one night. Feel free to spread it out over the next day, too."

 

He chuckled and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes, already drifting off to sleep. Krit seemed to get drowsy as well, switching off the light before pulling me closer again.

 

"Oh, wait... damn, I just remembered I forgot to do laundry," I muttered in the darkness.

 

"I'll do it tomorrow."

"Thanks."

 

Two minutes passed, then I spoke again.

 

"I didn't set an alarm. I have a part-time job tomorrow. Can't wake up late."

 

"Okay, I'll set it for you." Krit groggily sat up, rubbed his eyes, set the alarm on his phone, then lay back down. Not even thirty seconds later, I spoke again.

 

"Did we turn off the bathroom light?"

"Wayu, please go to sleep," Krit groaned.

 

I laughed, even though I was so drowsy my eyes could barely stay open. Krit turned me to face him and pulled me close, holding me snugly against his chest.

 

"If you say one more word, I'm going for another round," he warned, whispering against my ear. I stifled my laughter and instead pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed me back, hugging me even tighter. Smiling to myself, I nestled against his warm chest and fell asleep in his embrace.

 

The End.