I wanted to approach Saratan that night to tell her I will protect her. But, she ran off without looking back at me. I knew then that it probably wasn’t the right time for us to meet and wondered why PhraWarin had attempted to seduce her. I know, his way to seduce a woman is weird, I’ll explain later.
Usually I never cared about what PhraWarin does with women, but when I saw him curl around Saratan’s legs I felt something I never felt before. Just days after seeing her on screen, I went from not being interested in her to being mesmerized by her even though I knew nothing about her. I felt like I needed to protect her so that she won’t be hurt by people. I felt like I needed to protect her from any harm. That night, I felt like I needed to protect her from PhraWarin’s lust.
PhraWarin sat in his giant red velvet chair sipping on champagne when I walked in. He grinned at me and said, “I see you really have an eye out for that ugly duckling of yours.” I wondered why he even attempted to touch her if he thought she was ugly. PhraWarin usually goes after the prettiest human. Not an average looking woman. “Who would’ve known that she is the one father assigned to you? I would’ve begged for a prettier girl if I were you,” said PhraWarin. “Brother, I won’t mess with her again, especially knowing how much you possess over her. Just wanted to test your reaction, that’s all.” He took another sip of champagne and kept his legs crossed, enjoying his tease. I glared at PhraWarin and said, “You already messed with her life and now she’s going to have nightmares about you.”
“That’s what I want,” smirked PhraWarin. “That’s what you want?” I asked. “Yes, I want her to remember me,” said PhraWarin. “But, you said you didn’t want her anymore,” I responded. “No, I said I won’t mess around with her anymore,” said PhraWarin. PhraWarin wants Saratan to remember him, but I don’t know why. He shouldn’t want her this much. I still wonder to this day, “What if Saratan wasn’t fearful of him that night and if I hadn’t shown up? Would she have given into temptation?” It made me cringe at the thought. PhraWarin had touched her before I ever did. The most I ever did was watch her on screen. Perhaps seeing him touch her made me go and chase him away that night. I also wondered how he even knew that she was assigned to me beforehand.
“How did you find out that she is to be my mate?” I asked. He got up and walked over to his bed and laid down and closed his eyes. “Brother, the only people I fear is you and father. But the only people I tend to rebel against is you and father.” He drifted off to sleep and I walked out of his room quietly. I didn’t want to believe that I was jealous of this average looking girl.
Our father not only manages the underworld, but he owns worldly things such as several hotels. My father ordered me to train to run his hotel years ago. Father once again tried to be fair and gave PhraWarin one hotel to run and keep him busy so he won’t get into as much trouble like he used to with some of the women he messes with. I guess everyone knows that he isn’t going to be the next to reign. Maybe that’s why he is so rebellious.
Father also had me go on several missions for our world. One mission reminded me of Saratan after not thinking about her for several weeks. I turned on my screen and saw her lying asleep on her bed shaking. I wanted to go and calm her down, but I was afraid I’d cause another nightmare if she caught me. I wanted PhraWarin to go and fix what he caused, but then that would mean that he will have to face her and see her and she might forgive him. What if she falls for him? But, then I shouldn’t care if she does or not, but if she is going to be my mate, I don’t want her with anyone else. Plus, the more I watched over her that night, the more I wanted to comfort her. I don’t know why I wanted to do that, but I decided to go and visit her.
I stood staring at her as I watched her face tighten up with fear. I couldn’t stand not comforting her anymore, so I crept up on her bed and laid down next to her. I gently slid my arm under her so that she can rest on it as I grabbed hold of her with my other arm and pulled her towards me. At first she resisted resting her head on my chest, but then I felt her breathing slow down and she reached around me and hugged me tightly. I never felt this warm before. When I slept around with other women or deities, I never felt like that. My stomach felt like it was churning, my mind racing, my heart pumping faster than usual, my body aching and longing for her to hold me like this…forever.
Towards morning, I knew I had to leave her side or else I would’ve exposed myself to her too early. I never forgot that night, those feelings that I had with her. When I returned home, father called me to his corridors. He looked a bit angry and he said, “Son, you weren’t supposed to visit her already. She is still young and you need to let her live her life before she is supposed to find out about you.” “But father,” I said. He cut me off. “Son, she is destined to be with you, so why fear that she won’t be yours?” asked my father. “She is yours and nothing will change that, so stop fearing. Prepare to multitask and prepare to be able to support her in all ways before presenting yourself to her. Do not fear that she will be taken from you. When the time is right, I will guide her to you. We will show ourselves in front of her when she is old enough.”
I decided to trust my father. But, I still feared that she will be taken away from me because of how rebellious PhraWarin is. I do not want him to take the warm feelings I had with Saratan away from me. Like he once had our mother all to himself.
Father took away my privilege to see Saratan on screen. I couldn’t keep an eye on her anymore and I couldn’t protect her like I had hoped. I am glad she never turned back to look at me that night because I would’ve broken my promise. I continued to work and follow father’s order by not seeing her. I wonder how she is doing and I wonder how much longer I have to wait to see her. My father had told me “when she is old enough.” She should be around 23 now and that seems over the ‘old enough’ mark. My father preventing me from seeing her has made me long for her in more ways than I can describe. I never thought I would ever want her more than I ever did.
While I worked at the hotel, I met Krai Nawas. He was a chef who made excellent meals for my father and I since I was young. Then, he decided to leave to go work at a restaurant. I really wanted him to stay, but father told me it was best for him to leave. A month ago, father mentioned that he fell sick. I went to visit him at home and realized it was Saratan’s home. Father later told me he is her father and I couldn’t believe I treated my father in law as an employee and not in a more respectable manner. I didn’t see any family photos out in the living room and father told me not to creep around their home to find her. “It isn’t time,” he would say.
Now, I’m standing next to PhraWarin ready to enter the memorial service. “Brother, I’m going to check things out before we make our grand entrance,” stated PhraWarin. Off he went before I could stop him. He returned within seconds and looked at me and stated, “You know, your mate has gotten prettier. I might just have to take back my words to you.”Chapter 2.2/2.2 ~A~
Two body guards opened the back door and my eyes are glued on the entrance. Two tall men are standing there and I am in a complete trance. Both are wearing a black suit. Both are wearing sunglasses so I can’t see their eyes. The man on the left is wearing a red tie and his wrist watch is very shiny. The sparkle is reflecting onto the man on the right’s sunglasses. I heard Khun Arthit say, “Kraisorn had to wait on Warin again.” He chuckled as I kept watching them. The two men stepped forward and I can see them walk in sync with one another. How perfect rich people are. They walk at the same time and everything. Khun Arthit responded, “Don’t think too highly of either one of them. They’re not perfect.” I wonder how he knows what I am thinking. But, I am too mesmerized at his sons to ponder his words. I feel like dropping my jaw or even drooling, but that will be too unlady-like and I can’t embarrass my mom in front of all these people. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of the two men.
The young guests at the service are probably amazed at the site just like I am. But, their hearts are racing, whereas I feel like my heart just stopped beating. It must be skipping beats as I feel like I can’t breathe efficiently and at a lost of words. Something is different about these two that I just can’t describe. I feel like I know them or have a sense that I’ve felt their presence before.
Woah, the two men are standing in front of me now. Both bow to Khun Arthit. Their voices echo in my ears. Mother greeted them, “You two have grown up a lot. Oh my, time flies.” The one on the left looks at my mother and smiles. What a perfect smile. He says, “Mother, I apologize for showing up late. I am always trouble for father.” I never knew mother knew such a person. Maybe I’ve been so busy with my own thing to notice that my parents go out or that they have lives to meet such perfect looking people. Then the one on the right pulled off his sunglasses. He is looking directly at me. His eyes are pierced and fiery. It is dark and black. It startles me a bit, but I am somewhat attracted to them. I wonder how long his gaze has been on me. My eyes had gazed at the son on the left talking to my mother that I took my eyes off of the son on the right. Suddenly he turns to my mother and smiles, “Mother, I am sorry for not forcing him to come earlier. It is all my fault.” He starts to turn his gaze back at me. He is still smiling and I can see his dimples. He shifts to look at his father a bit and Khun Arthit speaks up, “Oh yeah, I forgot that I hadn’t introduced you to my sons. Saratan, these are my sons. My eldest, Kraisorn.” Kraisorn held out his hand. I assume he wants me to shake his hands. I am a bit nervous to touch his hands. My hands are sweaty from looking at him, but I can’t let fear hold me back.
The other son suddenly grabs my hand instead. His hands are soft for a guy and my eyes are dilating because his smooth lips just touched my hand. I’ve never been kissed on the hand before. The feeling is amazing, but butterflies are flying everywhere in my stomach right now. My heart stops beating again. I know it just died. Suddenly, Kraisorn grabs the other son’s wrist and pries it away from my fingers. “Sorry about my brother’s gesture. He has no manners,” said Kraisorn.
Khun Arthit chuckles and points his hand towards his other son. “And, this is my disobedient son, Warin.”
“Please, have a seat,” my mother stated. I waited for everyone to seat. Mr. Arthit made sure he sat between his sons. Mother insists that I sit next to Kraisorn and her. I don’t know why my mom insist that I sit next to a guy. Is she trying to marry me off? I thought she’d be more protective of me and sit next to him herself. Kraisorn didn’t really acknowledge me, so I still feel awkward sitting next to him. I’ve never sat this close to a handsome man before. Instead of looking straight ahead, I can see his pants are perfectly ironed and cleaned before he put them on. Not even a single piece of lint. His hands are so masculine. The veins pop out, but it is still so nice. They are in his lap and he is sitting perfectly still. I feel awkward staying this still.
By the end of the night my neck is stiff. Mr. Arthit and his family got up and we are heading to our cars at the same time. I don’t have the strength to say much my brain is exhausted from silence. I just bowed a goodbye and thanked them for attending. Warin picks up my hand again, caught me by surprise. His soft lips once again touches it. But, I feel as though he shouldn’t kiss me so much after just meeting. I pulled my hands back.
Kraisorn already entered his car without saying much except goodbye. Sitting next to him was long. But, I felt like I’ve been close to him before. Perhaps I pulled my hands away from Warin because I don’t want Kraisorn to think I am easy. Kraisorn jets his car off into the darkness. Warin turns to me again and says, “We shall see each other again. Sorry for my directness today. I tend to say whatever I feel and do whatever I feel.”*In the morning -
“Please don’t let me go. Hold me in your arms,”are the last words I remember from my dream. I didn’t dream of a snake last night. I dreamt that a well dressed man reached for my hands and kissed it. At first the man looked like Warin, but when he looked up at me and smiled, it was Kraisorn. Suddenly, Kraisorn pulled me closer to him. Our bodies touching. We looked into each other’s eyes. I can see the darkness in his, no reflection whatsoever. Then I move my head towards his and I can feel his hot breath millimeters from my lips. My heart began to pound loudly. “Please don’t let me go, Hold me in your arms,” I said without hesitation. He pulled his face back from me and his lips curved into a smile. Before I could get my answer, my alarm woke me up. Why do I still feel warm right now? As if he is still holding me? Someone is holding me. My eyes are open now. Ahh, the sunlight. But, someone really is holding me right now.
It is him. It must be a dream. How can he be holding me?
Thanks for reading everyone! Once I finish my other ff, I can go faster on this one
I have Ch. 3 done too, but it is sooooo short!! So I'll wait and see if I want to add anything else to it b4 posting.