Personal Manager

23. The Villain Who Loves Him

 

"Ugh..."

 

Kantapong greeted the new day by licking his beloved wife's flat chest, deliberately teasing the sweet, ruby-like nipples alternately left and right. The person in a deep sleep let out a series of groans, and as if unable to bear it any longer, moved their hand to swat away the annoying sensation.

 

"Hmm," but to no avail, as his prominent nose continued to inhale the fragrance into his lungs at will. Kant loved playing "blanket ghost" in the mornings like this

 

"Ah!"

 

It was probably the sharp teeth that made Kel jolt and open his eyes. He slowly lifted his head and looked down. Now, the shirt he was sleeping in was forced up by a lecherous man who was now brutally crushing his face against his chest.

 

"Stop it! Ugh! What are you doing playing like this so early in the morning?" Kel grumbled, pushing him away with his hands and twisting and turning in resistance with all his might. Even so, the other person still continued to do it relentlessly and wildly.

 

"um"

 

"Gund...stop! Ah!" The sweet voice spoke again, causing the person addressed to stop immediately.

 

"I tried waking you up nicely, but you wouldn't get up," the handsome face replied, pulling back slightly before resting his chin on the smaller figure. A wide, happy smile spread across his lips.

 

"No matter how much I try to wake him up, he doesn't seem to react."

 

"I kissed your cheek ten times. And then your phone rang so many times because your mom was calling. You were sleeping so soundly! I didn't want to answer it for you, so I have to wake my wife."

 

"Thanks for waking me up this way, but my breasts hurt!" Kel made a grumpy face. Waking up to pain right away what an impressive experience.

 

"I accidentally bit you just now. Sorry." Without further ado, Gun’s strong fingertips playfully traced the spot he'd just bitten, a hint of mischief in his expression.

 

"Mmm!" The slender figure tilted his head back, feeling an indescribable tingling sensation. The tips of his nipples were extremely sensitive.

 

"I've been sucking for so long, but I don't see any milk. I'm so hungry for milk."

 

"Are you crazy?" he glared angrily, not knowing how long Kant would continue to annoy him.

 

"We should do something now," his sharp eyes looked determined. "No, I'm still mad," Kel replied, but was met with a rejection. The night before, he had already told him that he wasn't happy about the crazy things Kant was up to. I don't know where the toys went. It's a good thing I didn't see it when Kel woke up; otherwise, he wouldn't have talked to Gun at all.

 

"This is how I try to win you back. We should make love."

 

"Get up, I'm going to call Mom." What kind of crazy way is this to reconcile something by having sex?

 

"Then answer me first: how can I make you stop being sulky?"

 

Kel was so upset that last night he had to sleep on opposite sides of the bed. Gun didn't touch him at all until the little one fell asleep. Only then did Gun touch him. He subtly moved closer, and when he was sure the other person was unaware, he pulled them into a tight embrace, burying his face in his chest. Because if he didn't hold them, he wouldn't go to sleep.

 

"Hmph!" Kel is puffing out his cheeks again. So adorable, I want to cuddle him!

"Because you're so fun to tease."

 

"Stop!" Kel exclaimed loudly, reprimanding him when his thick hand reached in to caress his buttocks.

 

"Just one round, it's nice and hard this early in the morning." The stubborn one wants to get their way, but the other person refuses. Such a cunning person needs to be taught a lesson by having no sex at all.

 

"Aren't you going to work?" Kel's slender eyebrows raised in question, knowing Gun’s schedule and what time he was filming the series today.

 

"Go ahead, but let me eat you first."

 

"We won't get aroused if we don't lie on top of each other like this, so get up."

 

Ringgg...

"I'm going to answer the phone," the ringtone sounded, which served as a perfect excuse. Gun grabbed the phone without permission, causing Kel to sigh immediately.

 

"Okay, I'll get up," because I saw it was my wife's mother's number.

 

"Yes, Mom," Kel answered the phone. Gun then straightened up, his large penis clearly visible inside his boxer shorts. While on the phone, Kel glared at Gun before pointing towards the bathroom, knowing that Gun needed to relieve himself.

 

("I'm coming over. Can you make a list of essential items that are running low? I'll stop by to buy some.") His mum probably thought he was staying at the condo.

 

"What time is it?"

("Eleven o'clock. Let's go shopping first. And how are you feeling?") His uncle probably hasn't told him anything yet; his mother wouldn't ask that.

 

"Kel is fine."

("Don't lie. The reason you didn't come home is that you were crying in your condo, wasn't it? Mom knows you like him, but try a little harder. Give yourself time to cry.")

 

"Two days already, hopefully that's enough." No wonder she didn't call. Turns out she just wanted to leave me to cry myself to sleep.

 

"I've stopped nagging for a long time, Mom." I want to tell the truth about how things are now, but I'll probably wait for a better opportunity. Besides, there's the matter between him and Gun...The situation remains unclear, as it cannot be revealed to the media ("Mom's not giving any direction now. See you later").

 

"yes"

"Your mom's definitely going to make you come home," Gun said after Kel hung up. He hadn't heard the conversation between the mother and son, but he understood.

It's possible to guess.

 

"Mom's coming to visit me at the condo, so I have to hurry back."

 

"Will we be seeing each other more often these days?" The handsome face was visibly saddened.

 

"I'm not your personal manager anymore, Kant. I can't be with you all the time like before."

 

"I want to meet your mother, and I want to meet your father too." He had many things he wanted to explain to them, and he didn't want them to think that leaving the position of personal manager and cutting ties with him would be the best way to proceed.

 

"It's better not to meet yet. Let our situation pass smoothly first. Dealing with my parents won't be difficult because they've always known I'm gay. Luckily, no one in my family is old-fashioned, so we didn't have a problem with this."

 

"But I'm a model, you know. It's going to be difficult because the chairman said..."

 

"He was just saying that to scare you. Are you really that scared?" Kel interrupted before Kant could finish his sentence.

 

"I'm not scared, I just want to know how to handle this. After all, I've already taken his nephew as my wife."

 

"Trust me, kid, it's not difficult. Just do your best in our relationship," the shorter person said with a smile.

 

"You're so confident."

 

"Want to hear another story about my ex? This time, I'll tell you about the time I took him to meet my parents."

 

"I'm not listening. Don't talk." The young model's face immediately contorted in displeasure.

 

"Heh," Kel couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

 

"I'll speed up the process of finding the person who filmed us," Kant said, determined to handle their case properly.

 

"Do you know who it is?"

 

"I think it's Mean."

 

"That model, Meen?" The shorter person frowned in confusion.

 

"yes"

 

"How are you going to meet him? And if he really did it, will he admit it?" Kel was worried.

 

"I'd probably hire a private investigator to find out where he likes to go outside of work, because I don't want to meet him directly. He's a model, so any meeting has to be arranged through his manager, which I don't want anyone to know about." Kant wasn't close to him, so he didn't have his phone number. He had his Instagram, but didn't want to message him. Right now, he was 100% sure it was Mean, but he just wanted to confront him unexpectedly. 

 

"Have you hired a private investigator yet? I can help," Kel wanted to help, at least to be a part of finding out who did it.

 

"Don't worry."

 

"But I don't want to just sit around."

 

"You don't have to do anything at all. I just need a short time. We'll definitely be together. Just prepare to say 'yes'." His gaze fixed on Kel with a certain intensity.

 

"Mm-hmm," Kel nodded in response. He desperately wanted to be his official boyfriend.

 

"So, are you over being sulky yet?" Gun brought the conversation back to the original topic.

 

"..." Kel pouted.

 

"Not yet?" He said, and then jumped back into bed.

 

"Hey, oh, that's ticklish!" The small figure squirmed the moment he was hugged, kissed, and caressed. The hands were never still for a second.

 

"Let's make up, I'm sorry," Kant held out his pinky finger like a child, his sharp eyes blinking pleadingly, trying to elicit sympathy from the older man. Kel couldn't help but smile because such adorable behaviour isn't seen very often.

 

"It's been a long time. Who would stay angry at their husband for days and nights like that?"

 

"Well then..." But after a short while of being serious, Kel went back to flirting as usual.

 

"Go to the bathroom. I'm not helping you," he said, knowing exactly what the other person wanted.

 

"Even just a hand would be good."

 

"No!"

 

Kel absolutely refused to shower with Kant because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to leave the room that morning. He didn't want to miss work because of what happened in bed; that kind of activity should be done in their free time, as he didn't like having sex in a hurry. It wasn't satisfying and didn't end with the intimacy it usually did. After a while, the tall man walked out completely naked from head to toe, a cheerful smile on his face as he showed off his private parts.

 

"How many days have you been to the gym?" Kel asked, glancing at Gun’s stomach as if to subtly criticise him. But damn, his physique was incredibly toned and muscular.

 

"Why is everything so firm and muscular, both top and bottom? Don't worry about my physique."

 

"Show-off," the short person said sarcastically.

 

"Want to touch it?" The tall figure strode closer. The initially erect dragon-like penis had softened, probably because he had just masturbated. Okay, I know because I heard moaning coming from the bathroom.

 

"Aren't you ashamed?"

 

"I've done that before." It's true, Gun once walked around completely naked. Looking back, Kels is embarrassed. He shouldn't have been so eager to accept the challenge.

 

"I'm going to take a shower." In the end, Kel was the one who walked away.

 

"Don't lock it. I'll follow you in."

 

A deep voice called after him. A smile remained on his lips even as Kel locked the bathroom door. After a moment, Gun walked over and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist.

 

I'll put that aside for now and grab my phone to contact my friend. I'll choose to talk in the group chat on Line because Tin already knows about this anyway, and he can help keep an eye out.

 

GUN: Nan, I need the best detective.

 

Nanfah's family runs a large illegal loan-sharking business, an industry that often associates with private investigators and gunmen. It wouldn't be difficult if I were quietly tracking someone down.

 

Nanfah: Okay. Will you contact them yourself or through me?

GUN: You passed.

GUN: Sent a photo.

GUN: Sent a photo.

GUN: Sent a photo.

 

He then immediately sent both the photos and brief profiles of the models from other agencies to Nanfah, emphasising that he wanted the information within two days. He provided clear address details and requested a location where it can be easily intercepted.

 

Nanfah: Okay.

tintnn: Is this it?

GUN: Yeah, I think I'm sure.

Man: It's Meen! Why do you want to know about him?

 

Kant immediately frowned in suspicion after reading Man's message. Man rarely hung out with celebrities or models, so how did he know them? Without hesitation, he quickly typed a reply.

 

GUN: Do you know him?

Man: He's a VIP customer at the shop. He came last night.

GUN: And what about tonight?

Man: He's booked the whole week. It seems like he needs something lately.

GUN: What is that?

Man: He's a heavy drug user.

GUN: Okay, then I'm reserving one table tonight. You don't need to investigate anymore, Nuan. I'll go talk to them myself.

tinthn: I'm going too.

Nanfah: I want to know too!

Man: See you tonight. Tell me everything, okay?

GUN: Okay, see you later.

Ping: Let me scroll through and read for a sec.

 

Gun didn't expect it to be so easy to track down Mean, and what shocked him even more was the drug use. The model was making his mark in the entertainment industry. On the surface, he's a famous person with a large fan base, but behind the scenes, he's rotten and addicted to drugs. If the video sent as a threat is real, he'll probably have something to bargain with as well. Drug use is a very serious matter and is often one of the top scandals that draws social criticism.

 

"Can I go out tonight?" When the petite figure walked out, Gun asked for permission.

 

"Where?" His slender eyebrows raised.

 

"It's Aiman's shop," but Kant won't tell you what he's doing there. He'll wait until everything is settled and then bring back the good news.

 

"Mind’s Shop"

 

"Don't call him by his name. I don't like it." The reason I said it was Man's brother's shop was that I didn't want to mention Mind's name.

 

"That's enough. It's all over now," the shorter person glared.

 

"I'm still jealous. The words 'Mind' and 'Ohm' are taboo for us. Don't say them!" He said with a very serious expression.

 

"You're not allowed to call me 'beautiful Darin '! I don't like it!" The other person retorted instantly. Does he think he’s the only one who's jealous?

 

"Let's watch the series together when it airs," the young model said with a smirk.

 

"I won't watch it. Sorry, I don't like this series."

 

"But your husband is the leading man."

 

"But my husband is with someone else. Why do you need to watch?" The slender man retorted, lifting his chin.

 

"You're so jealous. Go get dressed before you get your bottom spanked."

 

"You finished showering ages ago. Why aren't you hurrying up?" Kel grumbled, but he still walked to the wardrobe to find something to wear.

 

"A wife must serve his husband, especially when it comes to his clothes and appearance." The tall man stood behind him, his large hands clasping his hands together.

 

Kel’s bottom was round and firm, squeezing and caressing it fleetingly. Not only that, Gun was thrusting his hips, rubbing his groin against his. It was a good thing a towel was separating them. "Stop it, or we won't be able to go to work," the sweet face turned back to scold.

 

"I've drained the water, but I don't know why I still want more." I don't understand myself either.

 

"You're getting hornier every day."

 

"Well, I have a sexy wife," a deep voice whispered, causing the smaller man to turn 

around.

 

"I prefer doing it at night," Kel’s slender fingers traced across Gun’s broad chest, then he lifted his beautiful eyes to gaze at him again.

 

"Okay, then let's meet tonight." Nighttime is fine; he can wait, no problem.

 

"Don't drink and drive."

 

"Then come pick me up. I won't be taking my car."

 

"What's the matter? I have to keep a low profile because I'm afraid of becoming news," as his uncle had told him to avoid doing anything conspicuous during this time. Not yet.

It's true that it's been reported in the news, but we don't know when ill-intentioned people will release the video.

 

"So, will I get a hug tonight?" Gun frowned.

 

"I don't know," but Kel smiled brightly.

 

"Don't be cruel." This is why the little one is so happy when he gets his comeuppance.

The young model could only walk out of the room dejectedly because his wife hadn't given him an answer about whether they would see each other tonight. 

 

Both maintained their distance. They kept their distance well and were cautious in every way. Even though they drove separate cars, Kant still dropped Kel off at his condo. Damn... he didn't get to hug him again. All he could do was park in front of the luxury condo and talk on the phone, his voice pleading for encouragement from Kel before he went to work.

 

Inside the bar, filled with bright lights, loud music, and a crowd of partygoers, Kant walked straight to the VIP section he had reserved. He found his friends already seated, except for Ping, who said he couldn't come. Gun scanned the area, looking for the person he wanted to interrogate, but couldn't find him; perhaps Mean hadn't arrived yet.

 

"Sit down, man. Calm down," Tin said, noticing how agitated Gun was.

 

"Where is it, man?" He wanted to talk now.

 

"You're being so serious, man. What's going on?" Man asked immediately.

 

"That's right," Nanfah also didn't understand.

 

"Is your brother there?" Instead of an answer, he asked about someone who used to be a rival in love.

 

"He’s not home, he’s at the racetrack." It's well known that Man's older brother loves to gamble on car races. To put it bluntly, he's involved in everything that's not clean.

 

"Okay, then take me to see Mean," he asked, not wanting to see his friend's older brother. "Can you answer my question first? I need to know," Man pressed.

 

"I'll tell you later," he brushed it off.

 

"No, you bastard. Judging by your expression, I can tell you're here to cause trouble. Customer... If I don't let you see him, it's over." They glared at each other.

 

"That Man"

"I just want to know what's wrong. Why can't you tell me?"

 

"I have a leaked video. I think someone secretly filmed it," he blurted out immediately, because he really wanted to meet that model.

 

"Huh? A leaked video? Who did you hook up with, you bastard?" Man asked back.

 

"It's not a sex video, just a conversation. But the conversation was..."

 

"...Everyone fell silent, waiting to listen.

 

"It's a husband and wife talking, damn!" He cursed under his breath because he didn't know how else to explain to his friend how serious it was.

 

"Wife? When did you get married? Why didn't I know? It wasn't in the news on social media." Gun sighed heavily, faced with a question he couldn't avoid any longer. Both Man and Nanfah stared at him with curiosity. He remained silent for a moment, holding off because he didn't know what the consequences might be if he spoke up.

 

"What's so hard to answer my question?" Man started to look annoyed. He wanted to know, but Kant wouldn't explain it clearly.

 

"Just tell them. Everyone's going to know anyway," Tin said. The young model sighed heavily.

 

"P’Kel is my wife." Finally, he had to tell the truth.

 

"What did you say?" Man looked stunned.

 

"Yeah, that's it," Kant repeated his answer.

 

"Who is that?" Because Nanfa had never met him before, he didn't know who he was.

 

"Do you know my brother was depressed for days before he could smile again?" Man continued, feeling sorry for his brother's heartbreak.

 

"I want to apologise to your brother, but I'm certain I didn't steal him from him."

 

"If my brother found out it was you, there'd definitely be a fight." Because when his brother got rejected, Kel said he already had someone he liked, and he didn't think it would be Kant.

"I'll let him punch me. I'll use the wounds to beg my wife for forgiveness."

 

"Damn it!" What could Man say about Mind not being chosen? It was all Kel's decision.

 

"When are you going to take me to meet him?"

 

"Yes"

 

"Every club has these secret rooms, I've heard, they're used for drug use and partying, right? As we stepped inside, we saw some people sitting alone, others in groups, all in a state of intoxication. Man led us to the back of the room, where thick curtains provided privacy."

 

Shhh!

"Hey! Why did you come in?" the person inside asked when Man pulled back the curtain.

 

"Someone wants to see you."

 

"...The listener remained silent, their face showing a look of suspicion."

 

"Hello," the tall figure strode in to greet them.

 

"P' Gun," the model called him, just like every time they met. Upon seeing this, he quickly hid something behind his back.

 

"No need to hide anything, I know everything," Kant said with a smile, holding the upper hand.

 

"W...what is it?" Meen asked hesitantly.

 

"The day we filmed the show together, did you follow my personal manager into the restroom?"

 

"What? I don't know anything about that."

 

"This is really suspicious," Tin shook his head, scrutinising the young man's nervous behaviour.

 

"I won't ask again. Just tell me if it's yes or no," Gun continued.

 

"No," he denied emphatically, shaking his head vigorously.

"It's good that you didn't do it, but if I find out later that it was you, and about the drugs you are using..."

 

"No way!" No innocent person would be this scared.

 

"Just tell the truth, did you do it or not? If you don't... I'll report you to the police for buying drugs and using them here. The pub had no knowledge of it."

 

"Besides disappointing your fans, you'll also end up in jail," Man threatened selfishly. But if he didn't say that, he'd only hear lies.

 

"You bastard! It was your brother who ordered me to do it!" the cornered man retorted angrily, shocking everyone.