Sweet CEO's First Love

Saint's phone rang loudly as he walked out of the bathroom in his house, after getting home and showering, he had just changed into a fluffy sweater and some jeans and was checking his hair in the mirror.

The night was perfect, Heart had accepted him, Heart had made a move on him. It was almost impossible to believe, but he was living on a cloud right now. Because even though he couldn't let himself feel. Nothing could wreck tonight.

Saint lifted the phone and saw Private number.

'Heart? Was Heart calling him even though he didn't need to and from a private number?'

Saint picked up the phone suppressing the grin that wanted to escape.

"Hello." Saint said in his professionalism, masking all that he had going on inside himself.

He fixed his clothes and hair in the mirror waiting for the dead air to clear and the person on the other end to speak.

"I hear you have two secretaries now." Hissed the voice on the other end.

Saint clenched his jaw at the sound of his fathers dripping sarcasm and hostility.

His stomach clenched and he froze immediately at the voice and words that shot through his system like a jolt of reality.

"Yes, I do." He stated simply, trying not to let the challenge and anger through into his voice. Since his father rose to every challenge and attacked like an alligator once he latched on he would spin you till your death.

Saint nails dug into the flesh of his inner palm the bite reminding him that the pain was only so much. He was far away from him, he couldn't hurt him now.

"Is Kit no longer useful to you anymore? Cause remember our discussion from before. If he has proved himself unuseful we Nitpattanasai's keep nothing unuseful, you are blood, I am sure that nasty old man beat the same principles into you, do I really need to remind you or the Nitpattanasai's law?"

"Anything… Or anyone." He emphasized.

Saint scoffed.

"I know your feelings, even your own flesh and blood is expendable, do you think I would forget so easily?"

"How about you leave the running of the company to me like Grandfather said, I mean, if he trusts me with it?" Saint stopped, but couldn't hide the grin as he heard the audible hiss as he said the words "the company."

"Obviously it's in excellent hands, then, right?" He persisted.

There was a soft chuckle, then a momentous pause before his father answered his voice composed.

"I heard there have been lots of new accounts opened and that work has sped up. The rumor must be true since you have two secretaries now and need both. I am returning to Bangkok, I will be there next week."

"You think I can't handle a little increase in our profit margins? They put me in charge because Grandfather believes I have the capability to keep everything running smoothly." Saint quipped his temper increasingly growing thin.

"And obviously I do since profits are increasing."

"You silly naïve boy I know you need more than that little bit for it to mean positive things for the future.. And we both know that such little increases, don't normally spell out enough of a nest egg to not worry about your future? The future is long and hard and there is no way a screwed up reject like you could make anything. All you do is divide and destroy."

"Need I remind you only five years ago you couldn't even be trusted with your own life. The man must have dementia to be trusting you with the accounts."

"The accounts? The books? Money? Is all you ever care about money? Money is fleeting, don't you have any fondness for the people in your life you bitter old man?" Saint hissed.

"Money may be fleeting, but people are even more so. And this is my right. I was born into this position, there is no reason scum below my level should ever be promoted to take my spot. The company belongs to me, I am first in line."

Saint scoffed. "Birthright and succession have nothing to do with capabilities and trust. The truth is Grandfather entrusted me with this, and neither of us need you."

"You little scum of a whore's son. I shoulda strangled the life out of your ungrateful, snobby ass years ago."

Saint swallowed the lump of acid that appeared in his throat every time he spoke to his father.

"I am coming to Bangkok and I will catch you breaking your promise, and a deal is a deal, that old man can't change his mind now, we all signed the legal waiver. It is only a matter of time. You destroy everything you touch. Screw-ups always screw up, it's not a matter of if, but when."

The phone clicked before Saint could respond and the dial tone reverberated through Saint's body like a deadpan echo of his whole existence.

"Fuck!"

Saint threw his phone on the couch in a fit of resentment and anger that swallowed his entire being.

The phone bounced on the cushions once, then up into the air and smashed into the marble flooring.

Saint growled with aggravation before walking up and crouching low to the ground.

"You destroy everything you touch. You asshole how dare you!" Saint yelled, picking up the broken, shattered phone and staring into his own beaten reflection.

Wet streamed down his face and he paused shocked that he had let himself get so shaken up so quickly, he was supposed to be composed. He said he had steeled himself for this. That he knew it was coming.

A soft knock at the door before it pushed open made him look up before he could even wipe the tear away.

Kit pushed up his glasses, the two of their eyes meeting.

'Why does he hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve a father like him, I don't know, I don't know how to stop this pain?' Saint's bottom lip wobbled.

Kit's eyes softened immediately Kit sat down on the floor beside him despite being in an expensive suit worth thousands of baht, a suit that would crinkle and it would crease from the improper way he was treating it now. But he crossed his legs and wrapped his smaller body around Saint's large shoulders.

"What did I ever do… Why… I always make it worse. We've been here before so many times and yet I still pick up his calls. In my heart I know. I know what kinda a person he is. But I… I still answer.'

'Like... Why? It.." The quiet sobs he held inside broke his words.

Kit stroked his back in response to his pain as he cried the tears he could only ever release when Kit was around.

"He is your father, even if he is as bad as we think he is. He is still your own flesh and blood, the reason you exist. We can hate all the things in the world he has done, all the words he has said, everything about him. But we can't hate that. Because you are a gift."

Kit reached up and wiped a tear from his cheek. Saint sniffled then tucked his head in between his legs. He never cried for anyone but Kit.. Ever since that day when he had decided he wouldn't let the people he loved see him upset anymore.