Perfect Getaway
As the private jet of the Sethratanapong family touched down at Krabi International Airport, Lingling stared out the window, mesmerized by the breathtaking view of the coastline. The deep blue sea stretched endlessly, meeting the sky in a perfect horizon. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the golden sand shimmered under the afternoon sun.
As they stepped off the plane, the warm tropical air embraced them. Lingling took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, salty scent of the ocean. She turned to Orm with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you brought me here.”
Orm smirked, slipping her sunglasses on. “Told you I had something planned. You deserve a break, baby.”
Lingling smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude. She reached for Orm’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Thank you.”
Their chauffeur was already waiting, and soon they were on their way to a luxurious private villa by the beach. The drive was scenic, with lush greenery on one side and the sparkling Andaman Sea on the other. Lingling leaned against Orm’s shoulder, feeling the fatigue from the past few days catching up with her.
When they arrived at the villa, Lingling was left speechless. The place was stunning—a secluded paradise with a private pool, an open-air living space, and a direct view of the ocean. The bedroom had floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened straight onto the beach, letting in the sound of the waves.
Orm set down their bags and turned to Lingling. “Do you like it?”
Lingling spun around, taking it all in. “Like it? I love it! This is… wow. I don’t even have words.”
Orm laughed and walked up to her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Good. This week, no work, no stress—just us.”
Lingling nodded, her heart swelling with warmth. She was exhausted, but the excitement of being in such a beautiful place with Orm kept her energized.
As Orm busied herself looking for something to drink, Lingling wandered toward the balcony, letting the ocean breeze kiss her skin. She sighed in contentment, watching the waves roll onto the shore.
Orm soon joined her, handing her a cold coconut. “Here. Hydrate first.”
Lingling took a sip, the refreshing taste instantly cooling her down. She glanced at Orm. “So, what’s the plan?”
Orm leaned against the railing. “Whatever you want. We can go for a swim, explore the town, get massages… or just stay here and relax.”
Lingling chuckled. “Honestly? I think I need a nap first.”
Orm raised an eyebrow. “We just got here and you already want to sleep?”
Lingling playfully nudged her. “Well, someone forced me to take a vacation after overworking myself.”
Orm grinned. “Fair enough. Come on, let’s get you comfy.”
She led Lingling inside, pulling back the soft white sheets on the king-sized bed. Lingling climbed in and sighed happily, sinking into the plush mattress. Orm joined her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Lingling turned to face her, her eyes half-lidded from sleepiness. “You’re really spoiling me, huh?”
Orm brushed a strand of hair from Lingling’s face. “Of course. Get used to it.”
Lingling smiled, feeling safe and cherished. As she closed her eyes, she whispered, “I love you.”
Orm kissed her forehead. “I love you more, baby.”
And with that, they drifted off into a peaceful afternoon nap, the sound of the ocean waves lulling them into sleep.
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Lingling slowly went awake. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then turned her head slightly to find Orm lying beside her, still fast asleep.
Orm’s face was relaxed, her breathing steady, and for a moment, Lingling simply watched her. It wasn’t often that she got to see Orm this calm—no business calls, no stress, just peaceful sleep. A small smile formed on Lingling’s lips.
Just as she was about to shift, Orm groaned lightly, stretching her arms before opening her eyes. She blinked lazily and turned to face Lingling, a sleepy grin appearing.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Orm mumbled, her voice husky from sleep.
“You too,” Lingling replied with a soft chuckle. “How long did we sleep?”
Orm glanced at her phone on the nightstand. “A few hours. It’s almost sunset.”
Lingling’s stomach suddenly grumbled, making Orm laugh.
“Guess that answers what we’re doing next,” Orm teased, sitting up. “Are you up for going to the restaurant, or do you want to stay in?”
Lingling stretched, feeling a little lazy after the nap. “I like the view here,” she said, glancing toward the balcony. “Maybe we can just do room service?”
Orm nodded. “Good idea. I’ll order.”
While Orm placed their order over the phone, Lingling stepped onto the balcony, letting the cool ocean breeze brush against her skin. The view was breathtaking—the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, the ocean stretching endlessly before them.
Not long after, their food arrived—an assortment of seafood, fresh fruit, and chilled coconut juice. They settled at the small table on the balcony, the atmosphere intimate and peaceful.
Orm took a bite of her grilled shrimp and sighed in satisfaction. “I’m really glad you came with me,” she said, looking at Lingling.
Lingling smiled. “Thank you for bringing me. I never really had a vacation before.”
Orm frowned slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “Seriously? Not even when you were younger?”
Lingling shook her head. “Nope. Been working for as long as I can remember.”
Orm exhaled, realizing again how different their lives had been. She had taken vacations for granted, but for Lingling, this was something new, something she had never had the chance to experience before.
“So what’s next for you?” Orm asked, taking a sip of her drink. “I mean, besides working.”
Lingling twirled her fork in her fingers, hesitating for a moment. “I… actually want to go back to studying,” she admitted. “I think I’ve saved enough money now.”
Orm’s brows lifted in surprise. “Really? What were you studying?”
“Tourism Management, back in Khon Kaen,” Lingling said. “But I had to drop out when things got tough.”
Orm reached across the table and took Lingling’s hand in hers. “Then you should go back. You’re smart, you work so hard… you’d do great in that field. And having a degree will give you even more opportunities.”
Lingling looked down at their joined hands, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “I never thought it was possible before,” she admitted.
“But now?” Orm asked, squeezing her hand gently.
Lingling took a deep breath and met Orm’s gaze. “Now… I think I can do it. Maybe.”
Orm grinned. “Damn right, you can. And I’ll be here to support you every step of the way.”
Lingling felt a sense of hope she hadn’t felt in years.
Orm sat beside Lingling on the balcony, resting her chin on Lingling’s shoulder as they gazed at the ocean. The sky was painted in soft hues of orange and pink, the waves rolling gently onto the shore.
“I love you, Lingling,” Orm murmured, her voice laced with sincerity. “And I hope you get all the best things in life.”
Lingling turned to look at her, eyes warm but firm. She intertwined her fingers with Orm’s, squeezing gently before grabbing Orm’s cheeks and making her face her directly.
“You’re mine. Understood?” Lingling said, her voice soft but possessive. “I don’t want any other girls lurking around you.”
Orm smirked, amused. “I can’t help it,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
Lingling raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
Orm immediately cleared her throat. “I mean—I mean, I won’t even glance at another girl. I swear.”
Lingling kept her serious expression, pretending to scrutinize her.
Orm gulped. “You know, you’re kinda scary when you’re mad.”
Lingling narrowed her eyes. “Good. You should be scared.”
Orm pouted and leaned closer, wrapping her arms around Lingling’s waist. “Don’t be mad. I was just teasing,” she murmured, nuzzling against Lingling’s shoulder.
Lingling sighed, but she didn’t push her away. Instead, she rested her hand on Orm’s head, running her fingers through her hair. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Orm smiled into her shoulder. “I know.”
They sat like that for a while, enjoying the peaceful sound of the waves and the warmth of each other’s presence.
After a moment, Orm pulled back slightly and looked at Lingling with a serious expression. “Hey, let’s make a deal.”
Lingling tilted her head. “What kind of deal?”
Orm took Lingling’s hand in hers again, playing with her fingers. “You promise me you’ll go back to school, and I promise to support you no matter what. Even if it means driving you to class every day or helping you study late at night.”
Lingling looked away, her expression thoughtful. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”
Orm nodded. “Of course, I am. You told me you wanted to go back to studying. I just want to help you make that happen.”
Lingling exhaled softly. “I don’t know, Orm. It’s been years since I studied. What if I’m not good at it anymore? What if I fail?”
Orm squeezed her hand. “Then you try again. You’re not alone this time, Ling. You have me.”
Lingling glanced at Orm, her heart swelling at the unwavering support in her eyes. “You really believe I can do it?”
Orm smiled. “I know you can.”
Lingling sighed before finally nodding. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Orm’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Lingling chuckled. “Yeah. But only if you promise not to hover over me all the time like a worried mother hen.”
Orm pouted. “No promises.”
Lingling laughed and flicked her forehead lightly. “You’re impossible.”
Orm leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “But you love me anyway.”
Lingling shook her head in amusement. “Unfortunately, yes.”
Orm beamed. “Then it’s settled. We’re in this together.”
As the sun dipped lower, the two of them stayed on the balcony, enjoying the moment. For the first time in a long while, Lingling felt truly at peace—because she knew, no matter what, Orm was by her side.
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Lingling raised an eyebrow as she looked at Orm, who was rummaging through her suitcase.
“Why do I need to change?” she asked, arms crossed. “Where exactly are we going?”
Orm turned around with a smirk, holding up a sleek black dress. “We’re going to the bar.”
Lingling frowned slightly. “A bar? Why?”
Orm walked over and handed her the dress. “Because we’re on vacation, and we need to have fun.” She winked playfully. “Besides, I want to see you in this.”
Lingling sighed but took the dress anyway. “Fine. But if I get bored, we’re leaving.”
Orm grinned. “Deal.”
The bar was lively, music pulsing through the speakers, and the dim lighting mixed with neon hues gave the place an electrifying atmosphere. Lingling wasn’t used to this kind of scene—loud music, flashing lights, and people dancing so close to each other—but she tried to act natural.
Orm, on the other hand, looked right at home. She confidently led Lingling to the bar, ordering two drinks.
“Two shots of whiskey,” Orm said to the bartender.
Lingling’s eyes widened. “Whiskey? That’s strong.”
Orm shrugged, handing her the glass. “Just trust me.”
Lingling hesitated but took the shot. The burn was immediate, making her cough. Orm laughed and rubbed her back. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
Lingling scowled. “Says the one who drinks like it’s water.”
Orm took her own shot with ease before grabbing Lingling’s hand. “Come on, let’s dance.”
Lingling shook her head. “Orm, I don’t dance.”
Orm pouted. “You don’t have to be good at it. Just follow my lead.”
Before Lingling could protest, Orm pulled her onto the dance floor. The music vibrated through the floor, and the crowd moved in rhythm. Orm positioned herself behind Lingling, one hand resting on her waist, the other still holding her drink.
“Just move with me,” Orm whispered into her ear, her breath warm against Lingling’s skin.
Lingling swallowed hard, feeling her heartbeat quicken—not from the music, but from the way Orm’s body pressed against hers. Orm swayed, guiding her movements, their bodies moving in sync.
“See? You’re doing great,” Orm murmured.
Lingling let out a small laugh. “I think you’re just trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me.”
Orm smirked. “Maybe. Is it working?”
Lingling rolled her eyes but smiled. “You’re crazy.”
Lingling took another sip of the drink Orm handed her, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her body. The music pulsed around them, and the dim neon lights flickered across Orm’s amused face.
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” Lingling slurred slightly, her head feeling lighter than before.
Orm laughed, spinning Lingling around so they were face to face. “Of course. I’ve never seen you like this before.”
Lingling squinted at her. “Like what?”
Orm smirked, brushing a strand of hair from Lingling’s face. “Relaxed. Carefree. And a little drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” Lingling protested, though the way she swayed in place betrayed her words.
Orm chuckled, catching her by the waist. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say, baby.”
Lingling poked Orm’s chest. “You planned this, didn’t you? You wanted to see me drunk.”
Orm feigned innocence. “Who, me? Never!”
Lingling narrowed her eyes but then giggled. “You’re a bad influence.”
Orm grinned. “But you love me, right?”
Lingling sighed dramatically, resting her head against Orm’s shoulder as they continued swaying to the music. “Unfortunately.”
Orm wrapped her arms around Lingling, holding her close. “You have no idea how happy I am right now.”
Lingling lifted her head to look at Orm. “Because I’m drunk?”
Orm shook her head. “Because you’re here with me and you’re letting yourself enjoy the moment. And that you’re drunk.”
Lingling smiled softly, her hands trailing up Orm’s arms. “Well, it’s not every day I get to be whisked away to paradise and spoiled like this.”
Orm leaned in, brushing their noses together. “Get used to it. This is just the beginning.”
Before Lingling could respond, Orm kissed her—slow and deep, tasting of whiskey and something sweet. The world around them blurred, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.
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As they left the bar, the cool night air hit Lingling’s flushed cheeks, making her giggle. She swayed slightly, and Orm quickly caught her by the waist, steadying her.
“You’re definitely drunk,” Orm teased, wrapping an arm around Lingling’s shoulders as they walked toward their villa.
“I am not!” Lingling protested, though her steps were uneven. She poked Orm’s chest. “You kept giving me drinks on purpose.”
Orm chuckled. “Guilty as charged. But you were having fun, right?”
Lingling sighed dramatically, leaning into Orm. “Maybe.”
The walk back was peaceful, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the silence between them.
The villa was just a short distance away, and the moment they stepped inside, Lingling turned and grabbed Orm by the neck, pulling her into a deep kiss.
Orm let out a small laugh against her lips. “Wow, someone’s eager.”
Lingling tightened her grip. “You kept making me drink,” she whispered, her breath warm against Orm’s skin. “Now you deal with the consequences.”
Orm raised an amused brow. “And what consequences are those?”
Lingling turned around, her back facing Orm, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Unzip my dress,” she demanded playfully.
Orm grinned, shaking her head. “Yes, ma’am,” she teased, her fingers working their way down the zipper.
As the dress pooled around Lingling’s feet, Orm took a sharp breath. “I think I’m God’s favorite,” she muttered under her breath, unable to tear her eyes away.
Lingling turned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pushed Orm backward onto the bed and straddled her, placing her hands on Orm’s shoulders. “Your turn,” she whispered.
Orm smirked, her hands resting on Lingling’s hips. “Are you always this bold when you’re drunk?”
Lingling leaned down, brushing her lips against Orm’s ear. “Maybe,” she teased.
Orm laughed, shaking her head. “I like it.”
As Lingling straddled Orm, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, her drunk haze seeming to amplify her desire.
Orm, with a sly smile, lay beneath her, her hands instinctively reaching up to caress Lingling's thighs.
The soft, smooth skin sent shivers down Orm's spine, and she couldn't help but let out a low, husky sigh.
Lingling, still perched atop Orm, began to unbutton her own bra, her fingers fumbling slightly due to the alcohol.
Orm, sensing her struggle, gently took over, her deft fingers expertly undoing the clasp. The bra slid off Lingling's shoulders, revealing her exposed breasts. Orm's eyes widened in appreciation, her gaze fixed on the tantalizing sight.
With a soft gasp, Lingling leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Orm's chest. Orm's hands instinctively wrapped around Lingling's waist, pulling her closer as their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss.
The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little world of desire.
As they broke apart for air, Orm's eyes locked onto Lingling's, her gaze burning with intensity. "I can’t believe you’re mine" she whispered, her voice low and husky.
Lingling's face flushed, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, as she began to grind against Orm's hips.
The friction sent shivers down Orm's spine, and she let out a low, throaty moan. Her hands slid up Lingling's back, her fingers tracing the curve of her spine, as she pulled Lingling closer.
In a sudden movement, Orm flipped them over, her body pinning Lingling's to the bed. Lingling's eyes widened, her breath catching, as Orm's lips claimed hers in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Lingling's eyes flashed with desire, her hips arching up, as she whispered, "Touch me, Orm."
Orm's fingers slid beneath the fabric, her touch sending shivers down Lingling's spine. The room was filled with Lingling's soft gasps, her body trembling with pleasure, as Orm's fingers expertly explore her.
The air was electric, the tension between them palpable, as they teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
In the end, it was Orm who brought Lingling to the edge, her fingers expertly stroking her as Lingling's body arched and trembled. Lingling's cry of pleasure filled the air, her body shuddering with release, as Orm's lips claimed hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little world of desire.
As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, their hearts still racing from their lovemaking, Orm smiled, her eyes shining with love and adoration. "You're mine, Ling," she whispered, her voice low and husky. Lingling's smile matched Orm's, her eyes sparkling with happiness, as she whispered, "I'm yours, Orm."