Old Friend

The next morning was business as usual—except at the dining table, Vivian could hardly look Yohan in the eye. After last night's blowjob session, it was clear their relationship had changed forever.

Seeing her act all shy and shameful, Yohan couldn't help but grin.

'It's kinda cute seeing her like this.'

"Yohan," his uncle called out, "how's that renaming thing, or whatever you called it going?"

Yohan was a bit surprised by the question. His uncle wasn't the kind of person to care about what he was doing.

"Well, I'll be going out to get some supplies today. I'll also print some flyers and even change the front sign," Yohan said before taking a bite of his food.

"And you think that's going to bring in new customers?" his uncle chuckled mockingly. "All the massage parlors in the area have closed down. Why do you think that is?"

"It's because of the Grand Palace Spa that opened in that hotel downtown. Nobody can compete with a place like that. I don't know why you're wasting your time," his uncle added, shaking his head.

"Thanks for the advice, but I'm just going to ignore it as usual." Yohan stood up, having finished his meal.

"You stupid brat! Where do you get the nerve to talk to me like that?" his uncle fumed, but Yohan ignored him, locking eyes briefly with his aunt. She looked away nervously.

Even Cassie was staring at Yohan curiously as he left the table.

Yohan got ready and left the house. His errands that day took him from one end of the city to the other. Some of the ingredients for special oils were extremely difficult to find.

After a long and exhausting day, he finally ended up at the mall to print his flyers.

"The Royal Wellness Spa," he read aloud from the flyer.

"Even though I came up with it on the spot, it doesn't sound too bad." he said with a proud smile.

As he walked out of the mall, he saw Cassie—his uncle's daughter—holding hands with a guy. But it wasn't just anyone. Yohan was more surprised by the guy than by running into Cassie.

"Is that actually Freddie Michael?!"

Almost at the same time, Freddie seemed to recognize him too, squinting slightly.

"Yohan?" he asked with a confused expression.

"Hey, Freddie."

"It is you! I haven't seen you since high school," Freddie said with a cheerful grin.

"You two know each other?" Cassie asked, looking surprised.

"Yeah. We were classmates back in high school," Yohan said, his tone flat and lacking enthusiasm.

Freddie, on the other hand, was beaming. "Come on, Yohan—we were more than just classmates. We were buddies! We lost touch 'cause Yohan didn't want to go to college. I begged him, but he refused."

"Who would've thought you knew my cousin," Cassie said, still a bit puzzled.

"Wait—you two are cousins? You look so different now," Freddie chuckled.

"Well, it was nice running into you, Yohan. Let's go, babe," Freddie said, wrapping his arm around Cassie as they walked off.

Yohan clenched his fist, trying to control his emotions. Who could've imagined that Freddie would end up dating his cousin?

"That fucking BASTARD," he muttered, teeth gritted.

Freddie wasn't a friend. He was the one person on this earth Yohan hated as much as his uncle.

He'd bullied Yohan subtly all through high school while pretending to be a friend—but that wasn't the real reason Yohan hated him.

In their final year, there was a girl. Yohan had crushed on her from middle school all the way into high school. Everyone close to him in class knew it.

Freddie knew too—and made it his mission to steal her.

One day, Freddie had walked into class and showed Yohan a video on his phone.

It was a video of him having sex with the girl.

It shattered Yohan's heart.

Shortly after, Yohan lost his parents and stopped going to school. He chose to work instead.

Freddie was a jerk—but he was a handsome one. Plus, his father was rich. He could get almost any girl he wanted without trying too hard.

'Too bad it just had to be Cassie.'

Yohan exhaled, trying to release all the anger bubbling inside him. The past didn't matter now. He had more important things to focus on.

So he continued his errands.

Eventually, he completed all his tasks for the day.

When he arrived back at the shop, it was still bright outside. Chloe had just finished with a customer and was escorting her out.

"You were the one who said we all had to be professional, and look at the time you're getting to work," she scoffed.

"That's because I had a lot of other things to do."

"I'm sure that's not true. You were probably just lazing around somewhere," she shot back.

Yohan sighed. 'Why is she trying to get on my nerves today of all days?'

"Where are the others?" he asked.

"They went out to grab lunch," she replied.

"Okay, tell them tha—"

"Tell them what?" Dave interrupted, walking in with Mia.

"Good. You're both here," Yohan said. "Starting today, I'll be using one of the rooms as my office. You'll all have to share the other two."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Dave snapped. "Then where am I supposed to do my job?"

"The other rooms are big enough for more beds. Since you don't all have customers at the same time, It shouldn't be a problem."

Dave clenched his jaw. Including the reception and the store room, there were only three usable rooms in the massage parlor. Yohan taking one meant the rest would be split among everyone else—meaning he'd have to share with the girls.

"Why would you get your own room when you're not even a masseuse?"

"Because I'm going to start massaging," Yohan replied simply.

There was a moment of silence—then Dave burst into laughter. His deep voice echoed through the building.

"You think it's just that easy?"

Yohan didn't respond.

"Stop joking around and acting like some kind of boss. Just go back to standing behind the counter like usual."

"Dave, are you going to do what I say, or do you want to lose your job?" Yohan asked calmly.

"You-you little bastard! Who the fuck gave you the right to order me around?! You really want to fuck with me?! I'll fuck you up!..." he roared, continuing his rant as Mia frantically tried to hold him back.

Yohan sighed again.

'It seems like everyone is just trying to get on my nerves today.'

"That's it, Dave. Pack up your shit—and fuck off. You're fired."