Chapter 9 Relentlessly Teasing
Lucas's POV
I already knew the chubby kid would try to avoid me after work. That was why I lay in wait at the parking lot. Every single move he made was right under my watchful eye.
So I deliberately grabbed the back of his collar just to scare him a little.
Who would've thought he'd scream so loudly my ears nearly rang?
But that was fine. No matter how loud he screamed, I still enjoyed teasing him.
I knew he wasn't happy about me hiding my true status. If I told him the truth about the kind of business I was involved in he would be terrified. He would never dare come near me again.
And that was something I absolutely could not accept.
I tried to restrain myself, tried not to interfere in his life… but in the end, I lost to my own desire.
So I shamelessly asked to ride his motorcycle with him, even though I knew he didn't want me there. As if someone like me would ever listen to objections.
The entire ride, I deliberately wrapped my arms around his waist.
Well… could you really call it a waist?
Heh.
That soft belly plush and warm felt far too good in my hands. The sensation was so addictive it made me want to press him down onto a bed and never let him go.
I must sound like a terrible person.
And I am.
Gray businesses. Dark businesses. Eliminating people who interfere with my interests even killing them when necessary.
Yet all I want most… is to keep this kid by my side.
When we arrived at his condominium, I pretended to ask to walk him up to his room. He was so embarrassed his face turned bright red. One look into his eyes was enough I knew.
And I loved it.
I loved how shy he became.
So cute it made me want to devour him whole.
I teased him by asking who he lived with, only to get a sarcastic reply in return.
But I already knew the answer.
Why?
Because I had people investigating everything about him around the clock.
If anyone dared to approach him, I would kill them without hesitation.
I've cherished what's mine for a long time now…
Who would ever allow another dog to snatch it away so easily?
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Morning came bright and fresh, or at least it should have been for Tharnnam.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't.
Standing beside his beloved motorcycle, Pumpkin, was a tall man dressed in a jet-black suit. The collar of his shirt revealed dark tattoos creeping up his neck and peeking from beneath his sleeves. He stood there calmly, regally far too imposing for such an early hour.
What the hell was I doing here so early?
Oh my god… my life.
I want to jump into traffic and end it all no, I can't die yet!
I don't even have a boyfriend!
What did I ever do to deserve this dictator of an old man?!
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm here to pick you up."
"I can go by myself! Move!"
"Go with me."
"I said I can go myself!"
"Get in the car."
"I'm riding my motorcycle!"
"Get in the car with me."
My voice dropped low firm, final.
"Dictator," he muttered angrily.
I smiled slightly before teasing him further.
"So… are you going to walk nicely by yourself, or should I carry you?
Hmm maybe I can't carry you. I'll just drag you instead."
Thump!
The little pig punched my chest with all his strength.
In the end, he gave in, stomping toward my car with an expression darker than a storm cloud. A gray BMW the same one he rear-ended last week now restored to perfection.
I watched his back as he climbed in, smiling in satisfaction.
Adorable.
So adorable when my chubby pig is angry.
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When we arrived at the office, Tharnnam slammed my car door shut bang! on purpose before storming toward the building.
I didn't mind.
I followed his retreating figure with my eyes, amused.
Not long after, I made sure to summon him to my office.
Watching him sit there, fuming silently as I continued signing documents, was far more entertaining than any report.
When he finally snapped, I corrected him immediately.
"P'."
The irritation in his eyes only made it better.
He tried to argue. Tried to resist. Tried to stand his ground.
Cute.
When he finally gave in and called me P'Lucas, his sulky tone was worth every second.
I ordered him to sit closer.
He resisted, of course.
So I threatened to carry him.
That did the trick.
He dragged his chair over noisily and dropped down beside me, pouting like a child denied candy
face sour enough to rival a lemon.
Dictator?
Maybe.
But seeing him like this…
I couldn't stop myself from wanting to tease him even more.