Licking his lips, Krist paid no attention to his surroundings. He didn't care about anything or anyone. Not when for the first time in two months he finally had a day off. Woohoo!
If it was another day, he would surely hesitate to go out alone but he had been craving for Nom Yen. He wanted his pink milk and to have time for himself. Time to really think about his situation.
And his relationship with Singto Ruangroj. If he can call it 'relationship'.
For more than two months now, Krist has been fucking with his bosses' boss. The dirty did might not always be on the 21st floor but he still thinks it's wrong.
Wrong on so many levels.
To be honest, Krist doesn't know why Singto picked him. Out of the thousands of employees in his building, why was he chosen by the older male to fuck?
Was it because he was a virgin? Or was it because Krist had always thought he was straight?
Well, he can't say he is still straight. Not when he is very attracted to Singto.
Singto.
Krist sighed. The man is an enigma. For more than two months of warming his bed, Krist never got to know the man who was fucking him on a personal level.
Prachaya Ruangroj is some kind of an heir for a conglomerate overseas but became infamous for his successful investments. The man never built his own company. Instead, he'd have his father's employees look after his shares while he jump from one company to another so he can do a 'quality check'.
He was known for being a perfectionist. Born and raised in a household of old money, Singto was expected to be the best of the best. And he delivered. Perfectly. Everything he touched became gold mines. At 25, a year older than Krist, he is one of the most sought after bachelors.
Fucking rich bastard!
Despite the lack of a clear picture on Google, the search engine was spot on when it comes to Singto's information. Which means, the man Krist lost his virginity to is no longer free.
Not when he has a fiancé from another old moneyed family.
Again, Krist didn't know what to do. He thought the older male would get tired of him and would move on to another playmate in time.
He's getting scared. Not only of the repercussions of sleeping with a man who has a rich fiancé. He's scared of the tingles he started to feel towards Singto.
Krist needs to remember that he doesn't have any platonic or romantic relationship with the older male. No. No. NO!
This is nothing but sex.
S.
E.
X.
Good it might be, there is no emotional attachment or lingering feelings between him and Singto. Krist was fucked. Albeit it was without consent the first time, he did give his body freely to the hedonistic pleasure Singto offered.
Whatever developing feelings he had for the older male, he had to snap them off and burry them somewhere no one would ever find.
He's better off that way.
"But ma'am, your problem is not with the device. It has something to do with your internet connection which apparently is something that your laptop needs to be connected to. Do you have any Ethernet co- no, ma'am. I'm not saying I cannot help you. That's exactly what I'm trying to do. If you would only-"
Krist pressed the mute button on his hard phone and groaned.
"Still won't listen?" Earth, his team lead asked.
He shook his head. "No go. She's saying I'm wasting her time and already asked for a manager. We've been on the phone for almost an hour and a half for the same issue. I even offered to contact her internet provider."
The taller male sighed. "All supervisors are still on call."
Understanding, Krist smiled. "I'll try one more time."
"Try what?"
Both Krist and Earth froze at the the voice behind them.
In all his glory, Singto had his hands on his waist while staring down at them. Earth immediately stood from his chair and greeted their biggest 'boss' who simply nodded at him.
"It has been 27 minutes past your lunch time. Is this what's taking you so long?"
The question was simple- almost only asking for confirmation and yet neither he nor Earth was unable to answer.
Everyone near them almost had a heart-attack when the rumored biggest shareholder shifted the setup of Krist's handphone and placed it on speaker. ". . . stupid! Get me a fucking manager! You cannot hel-"
Krist flinched at his customer's shrill voice.
Singto glanced at him. "You are speaking to the company's owner. I can see that you've purchased out MG4V2 desktop laptop. Thank you for your patronage. May I know what seems to be the problem?"
"The problem? The problem is that it's not working! You and your company should stop selling bullcrap to your cus-"
"I apologize for cutting you off but I'm a busy man. You said it's not working, what exactly is not working? I'm sure you checked the device when you purchased it from one of our stores."
The customer screamed in frustration and the team leads as well as managers made their way to Krist's station. "If you are busy, so am I! I don't have time to fix your crap! I'm trying to work on this shit you sold me but I can't even open my emails! What do you expect me to do?!"
Expertly, Singto clicked a few things and went on another website. "6.7 Million pieces of the same model has been sold the same day you purchased yours. About 8.4% of those customer called us for assistance but only for installing an antivirus. Have you logged in on your email? Are you using a third party application of your domain's website?"
"What are you talking about?"
Singto pressed the mute button. "This is not a product issue, is it?"
Krist shook his head. "I've been trying to explain to her that the issue is with her internet. She gave me an error message about page cannot be reached."
"Have you offered to call her internet provider?"
"She declined."
Again, the darker male clicked the mute button. "Krist said that he has offered to call your internet provider but you decl-"
"This is not an internet issue! My internet is working!!! Your crap is not working! Your fuck. .. . " The customer started to cuss again. "And don't you dare tell me crap that you're the company owner! I know this is come kind of call center made up of stupi-"
Singto changed the setup back to headset, got his phone and dialed a number. "I'm going to forward an address. Pick up an MG4V2. Customer insisted it's not working." After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "What did I say? Have her blacklisted and her entire family. I don't want anyone associated to her in my company that sells crap."
One of the managers cleared his throat. ""Sir, shall I take over the ca-"
"No need." Singto said before going back to the very noisy customer. "One of my men will be there any minute now. I can see on Krist's notes that you are recording this phone call. Good. Since my company is selling crap, I'll spare you and your entire family from associating with us. Your address would be at 23rd street, lot 15 in V City right?"
"Yes. Are you sending a technic-"
"No. There is no issue with our product. You refused assistance in connecting it to the internet and was very disrespectful to Krist. One of my men will come and get our product and will refund your money. Please prepare your receipt."
"But I did no-"
"You are welcome to return any other products made by Gear or-"
"Hang on! I'm not returning any products! Who are you again?"
Before Singto can respond, the call got disconnected. The flash of anger did not elude anyone's recognition. "She hang up on me."
"I'll call her ba-"
"No need." Singto sharply declined. "Someone's on their way to her house. How long are you allowed for an aftercall wrap?"
"Oh shit!" Krist exclaimed before punching lunch on his soft phone.
"That ca-"
"We'll discuss it during the meeting." Singto once again cuts off the manager. "Krist, follow me."
Eyes wide, he's unsure if he should really leave. When Earth nodded his head, Krist bowed his head at the production leaders and left to follow Singto who was already on his way out the floor.
Now, what?
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