{The names are pronounced in Thai language. The word Nong means a little brother as P' is known as big brother.}
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"Fine. Challenge accepted. You want to see the charm of Beam Bramee?" Beam leaned forward, swirling the last sip of wine in his glass before downing it in one go. "You'll see it very soon."
Wayo smirked, the kind of smirk that said he had just baited a trap, and Beam had walked straight into it.
He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. "You do know, brother Beam, if my brother likes something… he doesn't just admire it. He takes it. Puts it in his collection like one of his luxury watches. So, you better be prepared to share his attention."
Beam raised a brow, intrigued. "Sharing your brother's attention? Isn't that better than sharing your fiancé?"
Wayo's smile didn't falter. "Exactly why I'm offering you a deal. Here's the challenge - seduce Brother Fourth. Get it on video. Let's see how much of the legendary Beam Bramee charm still exists."
"That's it?" Beam scoffed. "Too easy."
Wayo leaned forward now, voice low and cunning. "Taking my brother to bed without him knowing your true intentions is not going to be easy. And whatever happens after you succeed… is on you. Neither I nor my brother will take responsibility for the outcome. That's your burden."
"Fine." Beam shrugged. Then his voice dropped, teasing. "But since my virgin ass is at stake here, what exactly do I get if I win?"
Wayo blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I mean," Beam said nonchalantly, "what's in it for me? I risk being ravished. You risk… nothing?"
Wayo paused, calculating. Then his eyes lit up mischievously. "You love cars, right? Especially Jaguars. If you win, I'll hand you the keys to Brother Fourth's precious gift - his Black Beauty. Limited edition. Yours."
Beam grinned slowly, licking his lips. "Now that's a prize."
"But," Wayo added smugly, "you not only have to seduce him. You also have to stay in control. If he ends up topping you, you lose. Got it?"
"You're evil, honey," Phana whispered into Wayo's ear.
Beam extended his hand across the table. "Say goodbye to that car. Black Beauty will be mine soon."
They shook hands. The bet was sealed.
About thirty minutes later, Fourth arrived for dinner, taking his usual seat - this time between Phana and Beam. He nodded once at Beam, as if acknowledging his existence was a formality. That was all.
At the other end of the table, Ming was, as usual, glued to Kit. From the moment they'd met at the hospital, Ming had declared his love with the sincerity like a teenage poet. Since then, he had followed Kit like a lost puppy. Kit pretended to be annoyed, but everyone knew he was melting on the inside. Resistance was futile against a Jaturapoom brother.
Back near Beam, things were about to take a turn.
Beam, all smiles, gave Wayo a wink. Then, casually, he let a dollop of cream drop - strategically - onto both his and Fourth's clothes.
"Oh no! I am so sorry!" Beam stood up in mock panic, dabbing at the stain with a napkin.
"Oh brother Beam," Wayo gasped dramatically, "how could you ruin Brother Fourth's designer shirt?"
"Nong, don't be rude." Fourth said, brushing the stain with a napkin. "It's fine. These things happen."
Beam's eyes sparkled with victory. "I'm really uncomfortable now… I think I should change."
Fourth gave him a long look. He knew Beam had done it on purpose. That glint in Beam's eyes was all too telling. But the question was why? "Sure," he said smoothly. "Let's go. Please excuse us."
As the two men stood and left, Beam flashed a cocky grin to the table. Wayo raised his wine glass in silent response. The game had begun.
Only Ming was confused. He hadn't been present when the bet was made, and no one seemed eager to bring him up to speed.
Once they reached the hallway, Fourth slowed his steps.
"That's the guest room." he said, pointing. "I'll have some fresh clothes sent in for you."
Beam turned, his tone softer. "Forth… your house is huge. I'll feel… lonely there. Can I change in your room instead?"
He pouted, eyes wide like a wounded puppy. It was a performance worthy of an award.
Fourth hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Alright. Come with me."
As they entered Fourth's spacious, minimalist bedroom, Beam walked toward the en-suite bathroom with confident steps. The door closed behind him.
Meanwhile, Fourth remained by the window, placing a tiny Bluetooth earpiece into his ear. He'd already instructed his security chief to send the garden's surveillance audio.
Within moments, he was listening to the entire bet - the laughter, the teasing, Wayo's terms, and Beam's cocky declaration. He smirked.
"How childish." he muttered.
But instead of being offended, he was… intrigued.
So this was Beam Bramee's idea of seduction. A trap cloaked in flirtation. Well then - he'd play along.
He removed his shirt, letting it drop casually over the back of a chair. The light hit his bare torso, sculpted like a work of art. His eight-pack abs flexed subtly as he moved toward the mirror. He adjusted the Bluetooth, brushing a hand through his hair.
"Let's see, Beam Bramee…" he murmured, the corner of his lips curving.
"Let's see if you can resist me."