Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 1: A Special Night,

 

"Kanthi, are you leaving now?"

 

"I'm going to see Porsche. Get the car ready. I'll leave in five minutes." With the boss's command, his trusted assistant immediately turned and left the office to carry out the order.

 

The luxury dark suit jacket was draped over his arm. His strong hand adjusted his wristwatch to check the time, as if in a hurry. The tall man grabbed his sleek phone, slipped it into his pants pocket, and opened the office door. The sign on the door clearly read "Chief Executive Officer."

 

In the world of luxury automotive business elites, the name Kanthi was always among the first mentioned. At thirty-four, he was the CEO of a luxury car import dealership in the heart of the city. A young, ambitious businessman, he was widely recognised for his success, versatility, and perfection. His composed demeanour, paired with his strikingly handsome face, made him stand out. Thick, well-shaped eyebrows framed his sharp, captivating eyes. His high-bridged nose looked as if it'd been sculpted, and his defined jawline added to his masculine charm. 

 

Standing at an impressive six feet two inches, his model-like height completed the package of a man who seemed to have it all. But who would've guessed that someone like Kanthi had another side, one that was almost the complete opposite of his composed businessman image?

 

"Welcome to Rose Club, Mr Kanthi. I've already prepared the VIP room for you," a voice greeted him warmly.

 

"Annoying," Kanthi replied curtly to the pleasant welcome, which came from Porsche, his close friend.

 

The Rose Club was a well-known hotspot, a lively venue with booming music that attracted a steady stream of night owls. Kanthi frequented the club so often that it felt like he owned the place. Despite being a single man who enjoyed life, he carried the weight of managing his family's large business. Social appearances were crucial, but he never neglected his personal pleasures.

 

He was the composed businessman you'd find at the main showroom during the day. But once work hours ended, he shed his expensive suit, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, unbuttoned it just enough to reveal a hint of his chest, and drove his luxury car to the club. There, he transformed into a playboy, with Rose Club as his almost nightly destination.

 

The colourful lights illuminated his striking face. His tall, commanding presence naturally drew all eyes to him, something he'd grown accustomed to. He smirked at a familiar face in the crowd.

 

"Kanthi, it's been a while."

 

"Yeah," Kanthi responded, pulling the person into a passionate kiss without a care for the onlookers.

 

"I've been busy with work lately," he explained.

 

"And tonight...?"

 

"Of course. I'll see you. But let me catch up with my friend first," Kanthi said to the person he'd just kissed, before walking off with Porsche as if nothing had happened. This was a common sight at the club.

 

"Ha, you're basically a chaser in a businessman disguise," his close friend teased, unable to resist poking fun at his friend.

 

"I'm only human, aren't I?"

 

"Yeah, a horny human," Porsche shot back.

 

"Bastard," Kanthi retorted, laughing along with his friend, who always seemed to hit the nail on the head.

 

Porsche, being Kanthi's close confidant, knew exactly how Kanthi unwound from the stresses of work. Every time Kanthi came to the club, his routine was predictable: drinking and taking someone home. But before that, he always made time to sit and drink with his best friend in their usual spot.

 

"Same spot. I've got it ready for you. Go ahead; I just need to give some instructions to the staff," Porsche said. The VIP guest nodded and headed to their usual corner of the club. A large, velvet red sofa set surrounded a glass table, perfectly set with an array of liquor, beer, and other drinks for the night. The highlight was a luxurious bottle of The Macallan, prominently displayed to welcome the businessman after weeks of absence.

 

Thud!

Something special this week? It may be more special than usual.

As Kanthi turned a corner, someone walked out from the opposite direction, and they collided. Instinctively, Kanthi grabbed the waist of the person who'd been knocked off balance by his chest.

 

"Sorry. Are you all right?" His deep voice asked as he looked down at the person in his arms.

 

"Y-yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that," the other replied. Their eyes met. Though it was their first conversation, it wasn't their first encounter. Kanthi frequented the

club often, and while he didn't usually pay much attention to others, he couldn't deny that this particular person had always caught his eye. His striking presence made him impossible to ignore.

 

From his appearance, it was clear he was much younger. Fair skin, a delicate face now flushed from alcohol, and a height that brought his head level with Kanthi's lips. It was the perfect position for him to catch the faint scent of the other's light brown hair, which lingered even after he'd parted.

 

"I'm drunk?" the young man muttered to himself, pressing a hand to his flushed face. The young man wasn't sure if the heat was from the alcohol or the close encounter with that man.

 

Gear was trying to avoid the crowded area near the large table, so he moved to a smaller one. It wasn't just Kanthi who recognised the young man. Gear also remembered Kanthi. Though Gear didn't visit often, almost every time he did, he noticed the tall, well-dressed man in rolled-up sleeves, looking as if he'd just come from work.

 

What made Gear remember Kanthi was his striking appearance-his height, his sharp, captivating eyes, and his overall demeanour. He was so attractive that Gear couldn't help but steal glances. And every time he did, Kanthi seemed to look back, leading to frequent eye contact.

"Here alone again tonight?"

 

"Oh, yeah," Gear replied when the club owner leaned on the table and greeted him with a friendly toast.

 

"Bored? You can join me at the sofa table over there," the owner offered.

 

"Thanks, but I just moved from there. I'm not a fan of crowds," Gear said, glancing at the spot before politely declining.

 

"Alright, make yourself at home. Let me know if you need anything. I'll be around," the owner said before walking away.

 

"Is that one of your regulars?" Kanthi asked as Porsche returned. The distance between him and the young man he'd bumped into wasn't far, so he could see clearly from his seat.

 

"Who?"

 

"The one you just toasted with."

 

"Oh, I've only started seeing him around recently. He always comes alone, so I make it a point to greet him when I can."

 

".." Kanthi simply nodded and took a sip of his drink as Porsche explained.

 

"Don't tell me you're interested," Porsche teased.

"..”.

 

"He's just a boy. I'd bet he's still in college. Let him have a bright future."

 

"Just being around me won't ruin his future, Porsche."

 

"I think it would. He's way out of your league," Porsche said bluntly.

 

"I was just asking. I'm not interested," Kanthi clarified. He understood what Porsche meant. The young man seemed fragile and naive, utterly different from Kanthi, who was experienced in every way.

 

"If you're asking, it means you're interested, Kanthi."

 

"I just thought he was cute. But he's too young and way too neat-not my type." Kanthi shrugged, making it clear that his interest didn't go beyond finding the young man attractive and eye-catching.

 

When it came to Kanthi's type, he didn't have strict preferences. In truth, he wasn't actively looking for anything serious. At this point in his life, he was more interested in people who could keep up with him in bed.

"Not your type? But you couldn't take your eyes off him."

 

"Heh," Kanthi chuckled low in his throat, not denying it. After all, who wouldn't want to look at something-or someone-that caught their eye? Even though he insisted the young man wasn't his type, he couldn't explain why his gaze always seemed to land on that particular table, even after kissing someone else just minutes earlier.

 

What is it about him? Why is he so captivating...?