"I'm sorry, Khun Kit, I meant by the right. Your room is opposite his," Varawut explained, walking back to the dining table with some plates.
I couldn't have cared less about his innocent mistake. Jaran saw me naked. Stark naked! That made something in my stomach churn. When his eyes met my dick, I shuddered, cupped my balls and screamed "Get out!" rocked with embarrassment.
Jaran didn't make it any easier. He appeared to enjoy seeing me all riled up. He stood there with a big grin, running his mocking eyes over my body. I couldn't risk turning and exposing my butt to him too, so I walked backwards into the bathroom. It took another thirty minutes for Nat to bring my clothes before joining them at the dinner table.
"You are making a big deal out of it. What is it that you have that I don't?" Jaran said, his mouth filled with food as he spoke.
"How did you two get so close?" Nat asked.
The question had been on my mind since discovering Jaran was the other guest living with Varawut, but I was too livid to ask. The whole situation made me realize, though I had worked with Varawut for years, I knew nothing about him. He was wealthy, engaged, and living with the man I loathed more than anything. I was angry at him. I felt fooled; played even. Did he think I was untrustworthy? Did he enjoy manipulating people?
"We went to high school together and volunteered at the same orphanage," Wut replied. "I always ran into him on my visits so..."
"You should be more careful who you bring into your home, Wut. Some of them have horns," I said angrily, squashing the potatoes in my plate with my fork.
"While others have horse cocks for no reason," Jaran retorted.
"Who exactly are you talking to?" I asked, squinting at him.
"Isn't it obvious? Phi Wut, have I seen your penis before? No. I sure as hell haven't seen Nat's penis either, only yours."
"Watch your mouth, Jaran!"
"What did I say?" He shrugged.
"You know exactly what you said," Nat backed me up.
"Why does it bend like that? Is it a gun?"
I slammed the table, startling everyone as I sprung up, my hands resting on my waist.
"What's wrong with my penis? It's a fine specimen! I think God themselves will agree! They created it! Everyone who has ever given it a ride had a swell time!"
"Something was swollen alright, but it wasn't their time," Jaran replied, sipping his drink.
"Every day I'm reminded why you have such a punchable face," Nat stated.
"Is your dick small? Is that what this is about?" I inquired.
"My dick is a healthy amount, easily usable. No one is going to be able to take that thing you have up their ass! Are you trying to kill someone?"
"It's because you wish! You wish—" I exploded.
Nat joined me in what became a verbally aggressive disagreement. Words were thrown back and forth, but Jaran remained calm, sitting as he ran his mouth.
"How about..." Pure sprung up from her seat, breaking the argument. "Some shaved ice, mmh?"
We had all forgotten Wut and his fiancée were present at the table, carried away by our bickering and resentment.
The rest of dinner was graveyard quiet with only a few words being tossed around. Jaran and I avoided each other's gaze, staring in any other possible direction. Once dinner ended, Varawut left to see his fiancé off and Jaran retired to his room, leaving Nat and I to clean the table and dishes.
I wanted to call him back, make him join us in the cleaning. Who the hell did he think he was, dining and dashing. But I was also done with arguing, I didn't want to see his face, or be around him, so I let it go. I relieved Nat too, bidding him good night while I continued with the dishes.
I poured myself a glass of wine and waited on the staircase for Wut's return after cleaning was done. We still needed to have the talk. An open conversation about why he lied and hid so many things from me. My trust in him was unwavering, yet it seemed he had none in me. I heard the door open and got right up.
Regardless of how upset I was with Wut for keeping such a big part of his life from me, I acted irresponsibly at dinner, making him and Pure uncomfortable. Once we settled down in the sitting room, I first apologized for my behavior during dinner, before proceeding to ask him questions.
"I wasn't trying to hide it from you, Sir, it's just..." He took a long pause.
"What, Wut? Just say it."
"Maybe you haven't noticed, but you are very self-involved."
"Excuse me?"
"Pardon me for being so blunt, Sir. You don't actually try to get to know anyone. You talk about yourself a lot and it doesn't particularly allow others share themselves with you. You never asked. I have a picture of Nong Pure on my desk and you just never asked who she was," he explained with a smile.
My conscience pricked me, no one had ever said that to me before. I looked away from him and gulped, slightly embarrassed. I didn't know what my next words should be.
It sucks when someone calls you out on your flaws, especially when it's one that's difficult to deny. Nat and I rarely had to talk about certain things because we understood each other without words. Simply existing in each other's spaces.
I nodded slowly, allowing seconds to pass. "That must've sucked, huh?"
"To be fair, my life is not particularly eventful," Wut tried to liven the mood.
"I'm sorry, Wut. I will try my best to do better."
"Thank you, Sir."
"You don't have to call me that anymore."
"Why not?"
"I'm here, living in your home. It's a bit redundant, don't you think?"
"Not at all!" His eyes widened with so much enthusiasm. "You are still my boss, and when you win, everything will be back to normal."
"When I win? Shouldn't you be rooting for Jaran? He's more of a friend to you it seems."
"I'm rooting for him too, but I'm on your team, Sir."
I breathed a soft laugh. "You should have told me he was the other guest."
"You wouldn't have come."
"No. I wouldn't have."
I flashed a simple smile and got up to leave, turning back when I remembered one last unasked question.
"If you don't mind me asking, how can you afford all this? It's quite... a lot."
"I inherited it, alongside a substantial trust fund. My grandma owns the building."
I gasped. "Wow. That is something isn't it? You don't have to work."
"No. I don't. But I love working for you, Sir."
"What exactly do you do with your monthly salary then?"
"Uhm..." A big grin formed on his face. "I tip Phi Janya with it."
"T... tip?" I stuttered, blinking rapidly.
He threw his gaze away and nodded. My ego had never been more bruised. I thought I was actually doing something to compensate him for all his amazing work.
Soon after his not so humble revelation, I retired to bed, finding it difficult to sleep. It was a rough night, replaying all of it in my head made me cringe. However, my turbulent mind could not contend with the softness of the sheets, it soothed me to sleep.