(Note: Strong language and mature themes ahead.)
Phana answered the call from Hawaii, groggy and bewildered. "Yes, P'? Don't you think it's a bit late to be disturbing someone?"
"Shut up, Pha," Bright barked from the other end of the line. "Open your eyes and start packing your bags."
Phana sat bolt upright.
"Forth knows everything now," Bright continued tightly. "When I'm playing with a lion, I want my rabbit as far away from him as possible."
"I'm not a rabbit, P'," Phana shot back. "I'm a tiger. Besides, Beam is here. I'm not leaving him alone."
"I know, but don't worry about Beam—Forth won't harm him. I can't guarantee your safety, though. Just get out of there for now."
"What about Kit?" Phana asked, his sleepiness completely gone. "I brought him here."
"I have another task for Kit. Let him live his life. Just move out now," Bright said before abruptly hanging up.
The next morning, an awkward tension hung over the dining table. Tul watched Forth and Beam continuously. The couple was completely distant, neither speaking nor even looking at each other.
Deciding to break the heavy silence, Tul asked, "Forth, how did you get those marks on your wrist?"
Forth ignored the question entirely, offering Max a stern glare that signaled him to keep his husband quiet. As everyone ate in silence, Forth glanced around and realized only six of them were present.
"Where is everyone else?" Forth asked.
The others exchanged confused looks.
"Where are the rest of them?" Lam echoed.
"I ran into B'bom early this morning," Park offered. "He said he was going on a vacation with P'Jin and would be back in fifteen days."
"What?" Lam complained immediately. "When did they decide that? He's my brother, he should have updated me!"
"He told me because you were fast asleep, babe. Relax," Park comforted softly.
"Oh, right... I drank way too much last night," Lam admitted, oblivious to Forth's darkening mood. "It was fun, though. You're surprisingly entertaining when you drink."
Forth set his spoon down heavily. Before he could speak, Beam stood up from his chair.
"I'm done. Need to head out. Bye, everyone," Beam said flatly.
"Wait, Beam, I didn't—" Forth began.
"Oh, sorry," Beam interrupted. He leaned down to Forth's height, pecked him on the lips, and flashed a brilliant smile. "Goodbye."
Forth watched transfixed as Beam walked away. Doesn't matter. We'll settle this evening, Forth thought to himself.
Beam left the house without looking back.
"Who encouraged Beam to drink?" Forth demanded the moment he, Lam, and Tul reached their corporate office.
Lam and Tul shared a glance and chuckled.
"He's not a child, Forth. We didn't make him drink," Lam said. "He did it all on his own."
"Yeah, Forth," Tul chimed in. "You know how upset he was because Bright betrayed him—" Tul cut himself short under Forth's lethal glare. He tilted his head, signaling Max for backup.
Max stepped forward. "Come on, Forth. It's not their fault Beam got drunk last night."
"And besides, Lam told me Beam was planning to drink anyway because he was heartbroken," Park added, defending Lam.
Lam rolled his eyes. "Look, Forth, whether he was serious or just acting out, he drank because of you."
Forth shook his head sharply. "He drank because of fucking Bright. He felt disgusted that he accepted him as family because of Phana," Forth spat. "And where is that bastard anyway? I need to deal with him."
"Forth, listen," Tul said. "We got home and started with some simple scotch. But the second Rome's name came up, your dear husband started chinking straight from the bottle. Can you believe it? I think he cares more about Rome than Bright."
"WTF, Tul, you know nothing," Lam interjected. "You were passed out after round three. I was with him. He literally said he was going to fuck Forth because Forth touched another man in front of him."
Forth's eyes widened. He rubbed his forehead, murmuring under his breath, "And he actually did what he said..."
All four men snapped their heads toward Forth. "WHAT?!"
The workday proved exhausting. Trapped in back-to-back meetings, the hours blurred together.
Later that evening at the hospital, a nurse approached Beam. "Dr. Beam, the Director is waiting for you in his office."
Too tired to dwell on his troubled marriage, Beam walked over to the Director's cabin and pushed the door open. He froze.
"Why so shocked?" Forth asked, swiveling his executive chair around to face him. "Did you forget that I'm the new director of your hospital?"
Beam let out a strained, nervous laugh. "I... I just remembered I have an urgent surgery to attend to," he said, turning on his heel.
"Stop right there," Forth warned before Beam could take a step. "Keep running, and I'll sling you over my shoulder and carry you out of here in front of everyone." Forth knew Beam was fiercely protective of keeping their marriage hidden for now. Besides, Forth had cleared Beam's entire schedule before calling him in. "Come here, Beam."
Beam turned around and walked over, stopping on the opposite side of the desk.
"Closer," Forth commanded.
Beam leaned over the desk. "What?"
Forth narrowed his eyes. "Are you coming over here on your own, or do I need to drag you?"
As Forth reached out to grab his white coat, Beam stood up straight. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" he sighed. He could never win against his mafia husband.
Walking around the desk, Beam approached Forth's chair. Forth immediately snared Beam by the waist, pulling him down into his lap.
"Forth!" Beam protested, struggling slightly, but Forth simply buried his face in Beam's neck, breathing in his scent.
"How are you still smelling so fresh at the end of the day?" Forth murmured, pressing his lips against Beam's neck.
"Stop it," Beam tried to push him off. "We're at the hospital, Forth."
"It's our hospital, and you're my husband," Forth growled, biting down lightly on Beam's skin and sending a sharp shiver down Beam's spine.
"I'm dirty from work. Don't you feel disgusted?" Beam asked quietly.
Forth lifted his head to look Beam in the eyes. "I don't. But if it bothers you that much..." Forth stood up, lifting Beam effortlessly into his arms.
"What are you doing?" Beam asked, instinctively wrapping his arms around Forth's neck.
"Just as I thought. It was only last night, and you've already forgotten what you did to me," Forth said.
Beam gulped as memories of the previous night flooded back. "Forth, you shouldn't take a drunk person seriously. You're a wise leader. Don't let petty things bother you. Just forget it," Beam tried to persuade him.
Ignoring him, Forth carried Beam through the hidden door inside his office, walking straight into the private bathroom. He set Beam down inside the spacious walk-in shower.
"You're right. I am a wise leader—of the most powerful syndicate in Thailand," Forth murmured in a low, raspy tone against Beam's ear. "You're lucky I have an crucial early morning meeting tomorrow, or you wouldn't be standing here right now."
Forth began unbuttoning his own shirt. Beam's eyes darted from Forth's intense gaze down to his broad, sculpted chest. He reached out to touch him, but Forth caught his wrist.
Forth wanted to devour him completely. He vowed to himself that he would never let Beam go—anyone who dared lay a hand on Beam would pay with their life. This captivating man belonged to him, and him alone.
Turning Beam around to face the shower wall, Forth pulled him back against his chest. He tore Beam's shirt open and began marking his neck while unfastening Beam's trousers. Beam could feel Forth's hardening length pressing firmly against his lower back.
"Forth, let me turn around..." Beam requested breathlessly.
"No," Forth growled, pulling Beam's pants down.
Beam grabbed Forth's hands. "Hey, I was drunk! Don't take last night to heart!"
Forth reached over and turned on the shower. Cold water rained down on them. Beam shuddered, turning around to wrap his arms tightly around Forth's body. "It's cold!" Beam gasped.
"It's nothing compared to what you did to me when you were... what did you call it? Ah, right—drunk," Forth said sarcastically.
He stripped away the rest of Beam's soaked clothing, turned him back around, and bit down on his shoulder. Beam arched his neck, surrendering to the sensation.
Seeing Beam lost in his touch, Forth smoothly slid a cock ring onto Beam.
Beam caught sight of it and whipped around, slapping Forth across the face. "Forth, you bastard!"
Forth caught Beam's wrist effortlessly. "I think you're clean enough now." He hoisted Beam over his shoulder again.
Stripped of his clothes, the situation was humiliating for Beam. Forth gave his bare backside a firm smack as he carried him into the bedroom, throwing him onto the bed.
Beam tried to turn, but Forth pinned him face-down against the mattress. "Forth, what are you doing?!"
Forth delivered another light smack to quiet him, then pulled Beam up by the hips until he was on his knees, facing the headboard. Forth pushed Beam's hips higher and leaned down, using his tongue to tease him intimately.
"Ahhh... ah!" Beam gasped, biting his lip to suppress his moans.
Forth struck his hip again before driving Beam wild with his mouth.
"Forth, stop... this is a hospital... let's go home..." Beam managed to squeeze out between gasps.
"No, darling. You have a night shift tonight," Forth purred, aligning himself at Beam's entrance and pushing in slowly.
"Aah!" Forth growled as he sank fully inside. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. Forth had been with countless people before, but nothing compared to Beam—ten women combined couldn't match Beam's raw sexiness. Looking down at the exposed, trembling figure beneath him, desire took over, and Forth drove forward with hard, deliberate thrusts.
After a frantic rhythm, Forth shifted Beam's position, rolling him onto his back.
Beam immediately tried to reach down and remove the ring, but Forth struck his inner thigh and pinned his hands above his head. He leaned down, capturing Beam's lips in a bruised, hungry kiss. "Why the hurry to take that off, Beam?"
"Forth, please... I need to release too," Beam pleaded softly.
Forth chuckled, thoroughly enjoying Beam's desperate state. He moved his lips to Beam's left shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw a gasp.
"Aah!"
"Last night, I was inside you like this," Forth murmured against his skin. "Want to know the position? Just like this—except my hands were tied, and you were bouncing on top of me. And once you finished, you just fell asleep, using me as your personal toy without letting me release. Do you have any idea how that feels? Exactly like how you're feeling right now."
Forth plunged into him deeply, driving the point home.
"Ahhh... ah!" Beam cried out.
"Look at me, Beam," Forth commanded.
Beam opened his tear-brimmed eyes to meet Forth's gaze.
"Understand this for the rest of your life," Forth said, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Beam screamed as sweat broke out across his forehead.
My boy is definitely in pain, Forth thought.
"I am the only one allowed to give you pleasure—and pain," Forth whispered, slowing his pace to a deep, intense rhythm. "You are not allowed to get hurt by anyone else. Do you understand?"
Beam nodded weakly. "P'Forth... it hurts so much..." he whimpered in a soft, tearful voice.
In his mind, Beam recalled Tine's advice: "If you fight him, he'll enjoy breaking you. Just go with his flow—you'll enjoy it, and he'll be wrapped around your pinky finger. You don't understand these people, Beam. They sell drugs. You need to become their drug—pure, potent, high-quality. Once they're addicted, they'll give you the world."
A faint, hidden smile touched Beam's lips as Forth finally removed the restraint and took him into his mouth, stroking him until Beam gasped and came. Shortly after, with a few intense thrusts, Forth reached his own climax deep inside him.
After four hours, Beam softly pleaded with Forth to stop. They lay curled together in the bed, wrapped in each other's arms.
"I don't like it here, P'... please let's stop for today," Beam asked, looking up with wide, irresistible doe eyes.
"Want to go home?" Forth asked softly.
Beam nodded, resting his head on Forth's chest and taking in his scent. Exhaustion weighed heavy on the young doctor; his eyelids fluttered shut, forcing himself awake each time. Forth chuckled and gently pinched Beam's nose.
"Beam... is there anything you want?" Forth asked.
Beam sat up, tilting his head with a confused expression. Forth burst into loud laughter, unable to believe how deeply frustrated he had been over such a adorable creature.
"Why are you laughing?" Beam asked, pouting.
"You're weird," Beam added.
"I'm weird? You're the real weirdo here," Forth laughed, pinching his nose again. "Have you looked at yourself? Did your friends never tell you how cute you look when you're confused, my little Psyduck?"
Beam slapped Forth's hand away. "Stop it! What were you saying before?"
Forth placed his hand atop Beam's head, his expression softening. "I want you to tell me whatever you want, and I'll give it to you. I promise."
"Really?" Beam asked, eyes brightening.
"Of course. As long as it's not a divorce," Forth added seriously, leaning in until their faces were inches apart. "Because I will kill you and myself before I let that happen."
"I'm not asking for a divorce, Forth. Relax," Beam replied quietly. "I want you..."
Ringggg... Ring... Ring...
Forth's phone buzzed on the nightstand, Max's name flashing on the screen. Holding a finger to Beam's lips, Forth picked up.
"Didn't I tell you—" Forth started angrily.
"Come home right now," Max interrupted urgently over the line. "You need to see this."
"What happened?" Forth frowned.
"Ming... he just married that doctor."