My Man

Chapter 15

Arthit's POV

Idiot!

That was the only meaningful word that I managed to get out, although there was a string of curses battling inside my head to address the partially unconscious man, who was trying not to choke or freeze to death from the shower head that he was currently shoved under.

"I never pegged you for the sadistic kind. BDSM much?" I asked Kyle moving to stand beside him with my hands on my hips and my eyes fully trained on Prem who was now starting to shiver a little from the cold water pouring down on him.

"More like I have a soft spot for strays. I take them in without thinking and often find myself washing them off their stench" he said, sending another spray of water directed smack on Prem's face using the hand shower that he was currently holding. Though the stray part was meant as an insult to Prem, come to think of it, he really cared about his friends more than he let on. His life would be much easier if he hadn't taken up Prem's case in the first place. He doesn't have to babysit a grown-ass man or even let him inside his home when the said man comes banging at your door reeking of alcohol. Again.

He shut off the hand shower once Prem started to blink rapidly and straightened up wiping his face with his hands. 

"Take care of it," he said thrusting some dry clothes for Prem to change into my hand and leaving the bathroom. I heaved in a sigh before moving towards Prem to pull him up from the floor who was now coughing rapidly. He took the towel from my hands to wipe his face first and started to dry off. When I was confident that he was sober enough to change into the fresh set of clothes on his own,  I left the bathroom to wait for him in the living room. Oh, he is definitely not going to get away from it that easily.  What the hell was he thinking? He should get himself ready to get an earful from me, after all the stunts he had pulled. For now, I can only hope that Kyle was not sharpening his knife in the kitchen to slit the idiot's throat and get this headache over with. Just the thought of it made me involuntarily run a hand around my neck and swallow nervously.

A little while later Prem came into the living room not stinking and dripping like a wet dog anymore. His hair was still damp from the shower with droplets of water clinging to it. His bottom lip was trembling from the cold and he was trying to get back some warmth by rubbing his hands together. 

"How long are you gonna make me go around the entire city looking for your dead body in drainage or a worn-down alley? You gotta get your shit together Prem. It's not my fucking duty to babysit a grown-ass man like you. I have my own shit pile of problems. On top of it, I can't afford to be running around town playing cop with you. Moreover, Kyle had offered to help you only because he values our friendship more than the money that his other clients could bring in. And what do you do in return for his kindness? You disappear on us without a word only for that stuck up lawyer of Wad to barge in here and eat his brains. Honestly, Prem do you even have a morsel of gratitude in that useless beefy muscled body of yours? Do you even want to get back with your husband anymore?" I lectured in length as soon as he sat on the sofa. My blood was boiling and I was running on pure anger until I stopped to inhale some much-needed breath.

"Are you done? Or you need me to fill you up with more fuel for you to run your mouth off more?" he said in an irritated tone sneezing after his sentence.

For a while, I was baffled at his astonishingly bored tone. For a man who was accused of pulling off a kidnap stunt,  he seemed too calm to my comfort. It took me a few minutes to come back from my surprise and do something to get back control of the situation. So I did what every reasonable and mature friend would do in this situation. I rolled up the magazine that I snatched from the coffee table before I could hit the back of Prem's head. I did not stop even though he was squealing like a pig in pain.