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Money and power had defined his life even before he was born. Every step of his day to day life was carefully planned. Time, his parents said, could not be recovered, it had to be properly diversified and invested only in what was truly important.
And when his parents said important, Mile had learned that they meant anything that generated a profit. For the Romsaithongs, business was everything, and over time, Mile had become an expert in the wild world of contracts and connections.
At twenty-eight, he had become a respected and admired businessman, and he knew very well how to move the pieces to play in his favor. Always alert to everyone, and putting family needs before his own.
"Young Mile." His secretary said, rushing into his office. Mile looked up from his desk and smiled.
"Aunt Aom, you forgot to knock again."
"Young Mile, I'm sorry." She smacked her forehead. "Old habits of mine. No matter how many years may pass, I still see you as the teenage boy who went from place to place printing documents, and now, look at you! All grown up."
"It's okay, don't worry too much, aunt Aom. It doesn't really bother me, just try not to forget it when there's someone else in the office with me."
"Of course, of course. I'll keep it in mind, make a post it and stick it on the computer screen. Yes, that's definitely what I'll do."
Mile laughed. He loved his secretary, extremely kind and motherly. Being Aom much older than him, Mile got used to call her aunt Aom and she calls him young Mile.
Aom Ayutthaya, already a lady of forty-five years old, had been the first person to talk to him and treat him as a normal boy and not as the future president and major shareholder of Romsaithong Enterprises. When Mile turned eighteen, his father decided it was the perfect time to start dabbling in family affairs.
But unlike other boys of wealthy parents, Mile had made his way all the way to the top.
"From the bottom, dear son. That way when you finally occupy the position that by birth you are entitled to, no one will be able to say that you are there only because I have retired. Show them your capabilities and why you deserve to be called the next CEO of Romsaithong Enterprises."
Seven years later, Mile had officially been named president after his father had to step down due to health issues. Mile was still young, twenty-five years old, and had to fight hard to be taken seriously.
Now, three years later, everyone had to think very carefully about how to approach him in order to build a good relationship.
"Here, dear. This invitation from the International Influential People Festival has arrived, I got excited and wanted to bring it to you as soon as possible." She said, jumping up and down as she held out the envelope with the invitation. "I can't believe you were invited. No, wait. Scratch that. I can't believe it took them this long to invite you!"
"I've only been in the position for three years; it usually takes longer to be considered to attend such a festival."
"Nonsense. Already during your first year as president your face was in the top business magazines. I know it very well, it's not for nothing that I'm your secretary." Aom became indignant and Mile's heart was tenderly touched. It was with her that Mile could simply be himself, without protocols or attack and defense positions.
"Thank you, aunt Aom."
"Oh, my dear child. Thank you, I'll never get tired of saying it. You took me as your secretary from day one."
"You deserved it."
Aom dismissed the compliment with a wave of her hand. "Let's see, open the invitation. Aunt Aom wants to know what it says."
"Okay." He cleared his throat. "To Mile Phakphum Romsaithong," he began to read, "you are cordially invited to the International Influential People Festival 2022 thanks to your hard contribution in the business area and for being one of the most important and highly recognized people worldwide. We look forward to your presence at the event to be held on December 2, 2022 on the Ocean Royals cruise ship in the city of Malaga, Spain. Two days and one night."
"Two days and one night? I have to go to prepare all the things you are going to need. I will send to arrange your luggage and leave everything ready for the days of your absence."
"Wait, who said I was going?" Mile asked once Aom was already opening the door.
"Don't tell me you'll turn it down?" She was surprised. "No way! I'll send your confirmation reply this very instant and, as I said, I'll leave everything ready for you to be absent for up to a week if you wish. Now, with your permission, I'll take my leave."
Mile laughed quite a while after that.
Now he wished he had never gone.
The event had started off well. The red carpet had been full of reporters going crazy to interview for even a few seconds the biggest celebrities that had attended the festival. The entire pier had become a spectacle of white lights and photographers shouting to your right and to your left, every time someone walked to the center with all the major brand names behind them.
Two hours later, everyone was safely cruising the sea enjoying the evening. Mile had a chance to make relationships that could be useful to him in the future, because, of course, after his parents had found out he had been invited to the festival they didn't waste a second in telling him that he should take advantage of every moment to make new connections.
Romsaithongs and their mind revolving around business. As always, and as it should be.
And so it had been until he stopped for a moment to watch the sky and enjoy the breeze hitting against his face. When was the last time he stopped for more than five minutes to take his mind off something other than work?
"Tired?" He heard a voice behind his back.
"Watching." Mile narrowed his eyes. It was Apo Nattawin, renowned actor, who had started his career since he was seventeen, if his memory served him correctly. Many times, his marketing team had contacted him to be the promotional image for one of their products, but he had always turned them down.
"Apo Nattawin." He introduced himself, holding out a glass to him.
"Mile Phakphum." He reciprocated the greeting and, to avoid being rude, accepted the drink from him. "A pleasure."
"Romsaithong, right? The famous president of Romsaithong Enterprises."
"That's right."
Apo stared at him, not even disguising the movement of his eyes scanning him up and down.
"Do I have anything interesting?" He asked, sipping from his drink.
"Not at all." He grinned.
"Wow, how honest."
"I'm not one to beat around the bush."
"I'm surprised, Mr. Nattawin, that you would approach me knowing who I am, especially considering that Romsaithong Enterprises has been rejected by you more times than I would like to say out loud."
Apo laughed softly. "I'm seeing that I'm not the only one with a straightforward nature. I have taken a liking to you, Mr. Phakphum." He cocked a smile, waving with his glass. "Or could I call you Mile?"
Mile raised an eyebrow. "I don't think we know each other well enough for you to call me by that name."
Apo licked his lips. "We've got all night."
A bottle of whiskey later and Mile completely lost his senses.
"Mile..."
Mile stumbled into his cabin, unable to break away from those lips that had captured him in one of the corners of the ship, when no one was there and the event was over.
The first kiss was surprising, but demanding, making its way forcefully until their tongues met. Mile had let out a muffled gasp, but his brain shut down as soon as Apo's hands pulled him tight against him, making their crotches brush against each other.
He kissed and tasted until they were both out of breath, and without a word, Mile dragged him through the door to his assigned room.
Standing there, where no one else could see or hear them, Mile undid the bow tie Apo was wearing and slowly began to remove every piece of his clothes.
The jacket, shirt and pants were completely off and Mile's eyes dilated at the body left in front of him.
"Come." Apo whispered. "Come here."
Mile undressed himself, keeping only his boxers on, but then after seeing Apo's head shake, he removed them as well.
Apo knelt in front of him and devoured him. Slow, fast and slow again. He took him like he was an expert in the matter and all Mile could do was moan as he threw his head backwards.
He didn't dare ask him if he'd done it before. It wasn't any of his business.
With an overly loud moan, he came while Apo was still holding his member inside his mouth. He didn't complain that Mile hadn't warned him, and swallowed all the seminal fluid he had released.
His eyes glowed. It was too hot, there was too much heat and fire between the two of them.
Mile grabbed him and kissed him wildly, tasting in him his own flavor. He ran his hands over every part of his body, from his legs that were deliciously toned to the chest that rose and fell with every breath. He licked and sucked, taking pleasure in listening to the moans Apo couldn't stop making.
Apo's body responded to each slightest touch, twisting in the sheets and begging for more.
However, when Mile turned him over and the soft, round ass was in front of him, he stopped. Was he supposed to prepare him?
Apo, looking at him with his cheek on the pillow, smiled. He said nothing to him, not a biting or teasing remark. He, with all the fluency he had realized he possessed, slipped his own fingers inside. Apo's face contracted at the intruders in his hole.
Mile watched him, mesmerized, then moved down to lick over the fingers going in and out. Apo sighed and removed them. Mile continued the work using his tongue, and smirked proudly as he made him come only with it.
After that, the cabin was filled with unintelligible sounds, gasping breaths and unfiltered groans.
It was a sex session with the barest of words and where they only devoted themselves to enjoying each other's bodies. Mile didn't know what had driven him to do that, if it had been the alcohol or any other reason, but that didn't stop him from tasting every piece of skin that was put in front of him.
Apo was delicious, not only his insides that squeezed and sucked him making him grunt, but everything about him gave off an aroma that was driving him crazy.
The second time he came he almost fell on Apo's back, but the fire was still burning and without warning he was already back to licking the nipples that were still as hard as during the first cum. That third time, Apo wrapped his legs around him, pulling him as close as he could until they finished coming.
They both collapsed on the mattress, exhausted and satisfied.
The next morning when Mile woke up, Apo was no longer there and Mile placed his hands on his head.
What the hell had he done?