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Pluem's POV

I glanced at my watch before I cleared the dining table.

I had just finished my dinner that consisted of air fryered New York strip steak and baked potato with sour cream and chives. I am an excellent cook if I have to say so myself.

"You missed out on a good dinner date with me, Chimon," I muttered under my breath as I loaded the dishes into my dishwasher.

I glanced at my watch again after I finished loading the dishwasher and started the cycle.

Usually at this time, if we did not spend time with each other after work hours, he would call me to ask how I was doing. No such thing happened. Maybe I should do the calling.

I fished out my phone from my pocket and went to my Favorites list. He was of course on the top of the list.

I was starting to get tense when after several rings he was still not answering.

Then just when I thought that I was going to be sent to his voicemail ...

"Sweetheart," his voice just sent me.

"Don't sweetheart me, you thoughtless bastard," I could not help saying.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said in mock protest. "I swear to you, I was thinking of you the whole time that I was with ..."

My heart dropped when he paused in mid sentence.

"That you were with...???" I prompted him to finish his sentence.

"You know, Saint and Perth, who else," he replied. "I told you about it before I left work."

"Are you cheating on me, Chimon?" I asked in a tight voice.

"Of course not!" he denied angrily.

"Then who were you with, really, this evening?" I demanded to know.

"But I already told you!" he said in an aggrieved voice. "I had dinner with Perth and that new guy at our office, Mr. Saint Suppapong."

"Then why did you pause after saying that you were thinking of me the whole evening?" I was still feeling suspicious.

"I got distracted by my brother who had just been in a motorcycle accident this evening," he replied. "Right now he's talking with the person who was involved in the accident and it's interesting how they started acting hostile to each other but now they're talking like old buddies."

"Interesting," I remarked. "But is your brother alright?"

"Yes," he replied. "Luckily for him, it was not a serious accident. And it's crazy that the person who was involved with my brother's accident was Perth's younger brother."

"Whaaat??? Yeah, that's crazy." I said. "So I'm presuming that you're at home now."

"Yes, I am," he said. "Wanna come over and spend an hour or two with me?"

"You don't have to ask again," I said, grabbing my car key. "You want me to stop for some coffee for us?"

"No need," he replied. "I'll make it for you here."

"Great," I said, getting excited to see him now. "I'll be there in two shakes."

When I got to Chimon's house, it was a stranger who opened the door for me. A tall handsome stranger.

"Who are you?" I asked, my hackles rising.

He did not reply but just stood there staring at me.

"Relax," Chimon said from behind him.

Chimon stepped forward.

"Pluem, this is Marc, Perth's younger brother," said Chimon.

"Oh, okay," I said, feeling relieved. For a moment there I seriously thought that Chimon had been cheating on me.

"He was just on his way out when you pressed the doorbell," Chimon explained.

"Nice to meet you, Marc," I said, extending my hand to him.

Marc accepted my offer of a handshake, saying, "Nice to meet you, too. I will be going now."

"Bye, Marc," Chimon and I both said at the same time.

I followed Chimon to the kitchen where he brought down two coffee cups from the kitchen cabinet.

Before he could do anything else, I turned him to face me and placed my lips on his.

He placed his arms around me so I deepened the kiss.

"Hey," said someone.

Chimon and I broke apart.

"What," asked Chimon.

"Never mind," said Pawin.