Wrong Decision?

Chapter 1

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet

For those who might not know him, his name is Ben Bunyapol Likhitamnuayporn. He is currently starring in the BL drama MANDATE, a unique BL story set in the midst of political intrigue and chaos and betrayal. He is paired with Boy Pakorn Chatborirak in this BL drama.

Previous to MANDATE he starred in the BL drama Step by Step opposite Man Trisanu Soranon.

Ben's POV

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" my live-in partner P'Boy asked when he saw me casually dressed and ready to leave our condo unit.

P'Boy and I have been living together recently, half a year now to be exact. Yesterday we had just celebrated our sixth month anniversary with a fancy dinner at an Italian restaurant.

He had chosen Italian because he knew that I liked eating Italian pasta dishes.

Just before our dinner ended, he had presented me with a jewelry box.

"To say thank you for putting up with me for the last six months," he said as he handed me the jewelry box.

"I haven't prepared a gift for you," I said in an apologetic tone as I accepted the jewelry box.

"You don't have to, sweetheart," he said with a smile. "Your being with me is all the gift I want from you."

I gave him a sweet kiss before opening the jewelry box.

I gasped when I saw the two toned diamond studded bracelet. The solid band was very thick, about a half inch thick.

"Look into the inner band," he said.

When I looked inside, I saw his name and my name engraved into it.

He unclasped the bracelet and slipped it through my hand and onto my wrist.

"With this band I thee wed," he said as he clicked the clasp back.

"It looks so good on you," he said, as he lifted my wrist a little to look at the bracelet that was now securely resting around my wrist.

"It's very elegant," I said. "I absolute love it, thank you very much."

"I'm glad that you like it," he said with a satisfied smile.

"So where are you off to this morning, sweetheart?" he repeated his question.

I must have zoned out and had not heard his question the first time.

"Oh, I'm thinking of shopping for a new suit," I replied. "I can't wear my old one to my friend's wedding."

"When is the event?" he asked. "Why haven't you told me about it?"

I felt a slight resentment rise in my chest. P'Boy had this trait of wanting to know everything that was happening in my life. He made me feel obligated to report to him all my activities and I felt that he was being intrusive of my privacy.

"It's next weekend," I replied calmly, trying not to show the resentment on my face.

"And who is this friend of yours that's getting married?" he asked.

"A friend back in college," I replied. "We took the same course."

"I'm guessing that it will be an evening event," he remarked before sipping from his coffee cup.

"Yes, it is," I replied.

"Can I take a look at the invitation card?" he asked.

"I will show it to you when I come back from my shopping," I replied.

I walked over to where he was sitting at the breakfast table and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'm off now," I said, quickly grabbing my car key and heading for the door.

"What time are you coming back?" he called out just as I was closing the door after me.

"Not sure," I called back. "I'll give you a call if I'm not able to come home for lunch."

He did not respond to that so I closed the door decisively and made my way down to the building parking lot in the basement.

I drove past the city's largest shopping mall. I drove a mile farther down the road where an entire building housed a male apparel shop. It was a high end shop located in the high end part of the city and it catered to wealthy clientele, especially celebrities. I wanted to splurge on a really good suit that would compliment my figure and my looks and I felt that this particular shop would fit my needs.

The security guard gave me a friendly nod at the door.

The male attendant who approached me did not look quite as friendly. I noticed him surreptitiously sizing me up, appraising the casual clothes that I had carelessly put together earlier. I instantly regretted my choice of faded denims and grey shirt. I should shouild have chosen something better than what I was wearing right now.

"How may I assist you, sir?" he asked in a polite enough tone but he looked disinterested, as if he wanted to be doing something else rather than assist me.

"I'm looking for a suit to wear to a friend's wedding," I replied.

"What signature brand did you have in mind?" he asked, still in that disinterested tone of voice.

"My suggestion would depend on your ability to pay," his voice sounded really condescending now.

"You know what, show me the most expensive suit that you have in your store," I said in a defiant tone of voice.

"Sir, you would be wasting my time if you would end up saying that you can't afford the suit," he said in a haughty voice.

"You know what, let me talk to your manager," I said, raising my voice at him, unable to keep my anger at bay.

"Why does the client want to talk to a manager," a voice said from behind the store attendant as I heard footsteps quickly approaching.

I gasped when I recognized the person who approached us. He recognized me right away as well.

"Ben!"

"P'Man!"

We exclaimed at the same time.

"Are you the manager of this store?" I asked against his chest because he had walked up to me to give me a tight hug.

"No," he replied. "I'm not the manager of this store. I am the owner, though."