Revenge [Completed]

"Sir?"

It was the guard. Kong immediately backed off, trying to create some well needed distance. But what shocked him was the one who followed behind the guard.

"Kong! Are you alright? I looked everywhere for you." He rushed in,

"P'Pha," Kong spoke surprised.

Pha gave a suspicious glance to Arthit who was still sitting on the sofa. He just glared at Pha for spoiling such a good moment and stormed out of the office, to check up with the guard. Pha looked at Kong again with a concerned face.

"Is everything okay? You didn't pick up any calls, and weren't at home. I thought it was serious."

"Something came up," Kong said scratching his neck. "But what are you doing here?"

"Thara was with me last night. Aim and May had some work, and they were trying to contact you. They contacted me too, thinking you'd be with me. I went to your place first, but didn't find you. I got Thara to my own house, she is currently in the car."

"Oh thank god." Kong gave a sigh of relief. "But how did you figure I'd be here?"

"You told me about the meeting, remember? Nobody had seen you after that. I didn't really think I'd actually find you, but surprise surprise." Pha said jokingly.

Arthit was about to enter his office, after shouting at the guard for locking them in, but truth be told, he was angry because of the interruption this morning. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Pha gazing lovingly at Kong, and Kong smiling back.

"Thank you for taking care of her. I was getting worried thinking about her." Kong said, the smile never leaving his face.

"Oh it's alright. We had a lot of fun last night. She called me 'Papa' throughout. She's a fun child to be with." Pha reassured.

Pha eyed Kong once, and reached out his hand to touch Kong's hair, pushing his bangs aside lightly. Kong stood there shyly. He thought of P'Pha as a very nice person. Pha was always there when Kong was in trouble. He was charming, caring, and even Thara loved Pha.

Arthit standing by the door, was now shaking with anger. How dare he? How dare Pha touch Kong? Kong belonged to Arthit, and was off bounds for Pha. His grip tightened on the door knob, teeth gritting. Arthit coughed, to make his presence known, as he walked into the office. They both turned to see a very pissed off Arthit, walking towards them.

"Arthit, what a pleasant surprise." Pha said, with half sarcasm. He then looked at Kong and spoke, "Thara is in the car, waiting for you. You go, I'll join in a bit." He spoke in the sweetest tone possible, and it made Arthit even more mad.

"P'Pha, what is all this? You just had to come in and interrupt." Arthit muttered.

"Oh I'm sorry that I got the doors unlocked." Pha said laughing. "But tell me, Arthit. What is with the angry look? Aren't I the one supposed to be angry for you spending a full night with the person I like?" Pha raised an eyebrow.

"P'Pha, stay away from Kong. He is mine." He said, his words sharp. "And Thara too."

"What has gotten into you, Arthit? I clearly told you, I like him. Then why are you acting like this?"

"You don't understand, I-" Arthit ran a hand through his hair, contemplating on whether he should just tell.

"What, Arthit?"

"Thara is my daughter. It's complicated. I love Kong. I've loved him for years."

Pha's mouth hung open. He couldn't make sense of what Arthit was saying, but he had just expressed his love for Kong, boldly and clearly. He called Thara his daughter. Pha had never been more confused in his life. Thara was clearly Kong's daughter, then on what basis was Arthit calling her his daughter?