Chapter 4 TLATO

Phet

Whatever meeting he is going for will not start till 11pm so why is he on my neck making me hurry like this?

Okay, so he later gave me everything I wanted. So what?

After good sex, shouldn't a baby boy be allowed to sleep? If looks could kill, Somchai would die tonight because I have been shooting him daggers since he forced me to wake up by stuffing his aromatherapy inhaler into my nose while I was slipping into dreamland.

All it took was one inhale and I am fully awake. But God knows, if left for just 5 mins, I will slip back into lala-land. My brain is alive but my eyes are not. They are heavy.

Now I have to worry about what to wear. Sent a message to Augusta ions ago for recommendations but she is yet to read it.

I am standing in front of my wardrobe, blankly staring at all these attires but I am not processing anything.

Then my nose picks up the aroma of coffee as it wraps around my head.

"Kinkinkin"

Somchai hits a spoon against a cup of coffee.

I know he is arriving behind me as he had promised to make me a cup so I can wake up properly but I am disgruntled and I don't want to look at him. Right now, apart from wanting to sleep, other thoughts are clashing in my head and making my mood dark.

Despite promising Somchai that I will stop doing one night stands and sticking to it for more than 2 years now, he is yet to trust me enough to take me without protection. I really shouldn't be angry about this because the last infection we had cost him a baby. His wife caught it too and it somehow led to a miscarriage. Knowing how much hurt I brought to his home just because I couldn't keep my stuff in check, I shouldn't be angry right? But I am. Does that make me a bad person? It's been two years.

Whatever...

Then there is Augusta, my best friend. I have been trying to contact her since early in the evening but my calls are being ignored and my texts are unread. This only happens when she is working at the studio but just like myself, she shouldn't be at the studio because her fiance is around.

Then, there is the group project we did in school. I am supposed to do the finishing touches today as my contribution to the project but Somchai is insisting that I follow him to this business meeting at Lambert as a cock blocker. Why will a grown man need me to help him chase the flies? A complete waste of my time.

"Here. Drink up, it's not hot."

I take the cup from him and frown.

"Why is it dark?"

I am not a coffee person and if I have to take it, I use heavy cream and lots of sweetener. I can't drink this.

"Drink it. It will help you stay awake."

" It is bitter. I..."

"Drink it!" Somchai orders in a stern, I-brook-no-argument voice.

"Yes sir." I mutter reluctantly then gulp down the warm coffee before twisting my face into ugliness.

Dang! There is nothing good about coffee apart from its aroma. He didn't even add sugar!

Arrrrgh!

Somchai moves to my wardrobe and starts to look around while I rush to the toilet to rinse my mouth out.

When I return, I find a butter colored, sleeveless, body hugging, turtleneck and a pair of navy blue chinons on the bed.

I don't need to ask to know what I will be wearing is decided, so I just pick them up and start dressing.

Somchai is already in a white corporate shirt and black pants.

This guy. You can never catch him in casual attire. It's a white office shirt and black pants 24/7. Be it weekend or weekdays. Even when we go on vacation. I have tried to get him to wear jeans but till now, I am unsuccessful. There is a bag full of casual wears that I bought for him over the years, hoping that one day, he will try them out. But at this point, I have given up hope. I have stopped buying. If not for the fact that he is bulky and I am slim, I would have started wearing them all.

That reminds me, I have to find a way to dispose of them. Let me quickly text Augusta. She is like my alarm clock. Once I tell her, she will make sure that I don't forget to do it. She can be such a bother.

As I am sending like the 10th message to Augusta, Somchai stroll over to me and look me over.

"No make up?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Why what?" I ask.

I am not big on makeup plus it's night. Gone are the days when I do one makeover par night to go hunt for good sex.

"Put on some. Just something light. Neutral but classy."

"Why?"

"You have to look better than him, else he will not get the message. "

"All he wants is sex. Give him what he wants. How hard can it be?" I ask.

Somchai stares at me long enough to make me check myself out. But there is nothing out of place. Apart from my unbeaten face, everything is in place.

"What?" I ask. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He just shakes his head and turns away from me.

"Just do as I say. You have 20 mins."

I roll my eyes and walk over to my bedside mirror.

Since I hardly beat my face these days, I only have usable basic makeup free samples, all thanks to Augusta who is always hunting them down from big local brands -and lots of expired products.

After prepping my face, I mette it with a three in one concealer, applied a tiny bit of blush to give depth to my now slightly pale cheeks and then powder sprayed it all before adding some gloss to my already pink lips.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and wink. I am really good looking, you know.

I have an apple shaped face with a narrow and sharp but well defined jawline. My mouth is small but my lips are full with the top one a little heavier than the bottom one. They are also naturally pink. They have the same shade as my penis cap.

My favorite body part is my eyes. There is nothing special about them except for the way they flare when I am triggered. My irises are coffee brown with dark outlines while my pupils are jet black and shiny. But when I am emotional, the dark outlines gain a hint of purple.

Honestly I have never seen this purple part of my eyes before but Somchai once said he loves when I go purple in his arms. I didn't really get it but it was Augusta who now explained that when I am excited or angry, my eyes gain a purple shade. It's very tiny but it is there.

After that, I went to get a purple cat-eye, eye contact and Somchia loves it. It does look good on me but deep down, I prefer my naturally brown irises and very white, eyeballs with monolith shape eyelids.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. You can easily detect my mood through my eyes. They sparkle all the time. And they are very seductive. I can tell you how much I want you just by staring at you. Most girls can't beat me at this game.

Narrow, Apple shaped face. Small mouth with full, pink lips. Eyes that sparkle. Well set, white canines. Spotless peach skin and shoulder length, jet black, glossy hair.

At 5:8 ft, 54kg with well-defined but soft 6 packs. Wide, firm chest. Narrow torso. Curvy waistline complemented by two fleshy butt cheeks with slightly hippy thighs. For a Thai, I am a 10. No caps. I am a solid 10.

And oh, when I smile, you also get to see my dimples. They are also not just on my face. Guess where you can find more dimples on my body?

Yeah, right there. And does it drive the guys crazy?!

My mum is an MVP!

I remove the band holding my hair together and run my hands through it. It becomes bouncy and I start turning it around trying to decide on how to style it when Somchai walks up to me and takes over. By this time, I have already fixed my contacts so it is a set of lazy purple cat eyes that meets him in the mirror.

"Keep staring at me like that and we will never make it out of this room till morning." I purr at him.

There is a way Somchai looks at me that stirs my libido. It's like his hands are on my body, doing things to it. I would be fully clothed but those looks make me feel butt naked.

I noticed that look way before we started sleeping together but I was not attracted to him and was in love with someone already. Since he wasn't making a move, I just ignored it.

It's been four good years of sleeping with each other and that look has not changed. Even though I am used to it, there are times like now when my body reacts to it. It's intensity makes my heart beat faster and my body seems to gain it's own intelligence because after we started having sex, that look makes me fall into his arms and hang unto him at full arousal before my brain kicks in.

Right now, that stare is making my nipples tingle and my butt crack is getting twitchy too. I want to jump on him...

He breaks his gaze and plays around with my hair for a bit before deciding that it is better if I let it down.

"You are so captivating." He mutters then kisses my head.

"I look like a vampire. Just give me some fangs to complete the look." I roll my eyes at him.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Just perf and I am done."

I reach for one of my perfume bottles as I speak and I apply it. He takes my hand and leads me out of the room.

To a long night folks. I am not looking forward to it.

To Augusta :

On our way now. Heard Lambert has the best croissant. Would you want some? I can steal it for you.

That reminds me. When are we going sample hunting? All my makeup things are expired.