Thaiidols world : Lakorn - HANGING BY A MOMENT

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Chapter 5

"Hurry up Joe! You're going to be late for school!" called Janie.
Joe really didn't want to go to school. Everyone makes fun of him, hell, he have been called by every
name you could think of that relates to him and where he lives. Slum boy, dumb trash, but certainly they
should know that those cruel words would all have the same meaning to Joe. It inevitably came down to the
way he dressed, and how little money his family has compared to their family. He's not ashamed of living
in the tenements, far from it; it was the only place his family was fit to live when only his sister is the
one working to raise both him and grandma. She dropped out of college to support them, and have been
searching for a job ever since. In Bangkok, people are getting fired, not hired. Therefore, looking for a
“good” job that pays well was not as easy as she once thought.

Definitely, their family status is not going to get any better than this, that's why he's not hoping for money or wealth like he used to, he just didn't want to be treated like trash and get make fun of. He's only seven years old, and a kid that age can only take so much.
Oh, the horror of the little boys with moms and dads bumping into him in the hallway and ganging up on
him- they even pulled his pants down. Humiliating he'd say, Joe rather stay home with grandma.
Joe stood up, and an idea popped in his head. He began doing thirty jumping jacks, five laps around his
shoes, and ran for cover under his blanket for five minutes.

Then he cried as loud as his screeching throat could carry, "Janie, I don't feel so good!" Janie turned her attention from slipping on her shoes to slipping it off. She hunched her shoulders and walked to the room they shared. She stuck her head through the doorway, and said, "Come on Joe, we don't have time for playing around." Joe slipped the blanket away from his sweaty head and began wheezing. Sweat broke out of his forehead, dripping down his cheeks, and blood oozed out of his nose.
"Oh my god!" Janie cried as she ran to his side. Tears welded his eyes as she peeled the blanket off,
and carried him with all of her might out of the door. No not now, the doctor hadn't said it was going to be
so soon, she thought. Janie bit back the sob that was erupting; she lifted him onto her arms with ease. No,
no, a seven years old boy shouldn't weigh this light. Damn her, why can't she take good care of her brother,
as she had promised her parents?
Joe wanted to reassure her, but he couldn't breathe right that moment. He only meant to stay
under the blanket for a short time, but he had forgotten he had asthma. Being under tight ventilation, or even lack of ventilation like this, his asthma attack would surface. Janie raced out of the door telling her grandma
that Joe's all right and she'll be back shortly. "Grandma, stay inside and I'll be back! Lock the
doors!"

At the mist of running as fast as she could without dropping him, Janie crashed into something hard, literally. She nearly fell to the ground if an arm hadn't caught her in time. Joe was tugged out of her arms and was snugly settled around the person's arms. A muscular arm circled her waist, steadying her from her clumsy balance. She hadn't noticed that she was crying.
All she knew then was that someone was stealing her brother from her. She pounded on his chest, but
all that she accomplished was a wounded fist. She felt the grip on her waist tightened, and heard a
familiar voice.
"Relax woman, or the boy's not going to breathe!" Janie looked up at the face that made her heart skip a
beat, she wanted to cry even harder. Why him?! "Yes, nice to see you again too," Darren couldn't believe
the coincidence. He was here to meet Charles and spy on those bastards for a change. Damn, he needs to get
the boy on a flat surface. "Where's your house?" he asked impatiently.
Janie was stiff in his arms. She wiggled out and pointed to the corner. "Over there. But I need to take
him to the hospital! Can't you see? He's wheezing?" she exasperated.

"I can see that, lady, and it appears to me that he's having an asthma attack. And if we don't hurry
up and let him breathe in the tube, then we really need to take him to the hospital!" Darren huffed, as
he brought the boy from one arm to a carrying position.
Janie led him to the cleanest looking shack on the corner of rotten tenements.
Darren set Joe on the worn out bed, and turned the fan on. When he twisted around, Janie had
already found the breathing tube, and was on her knees at her brother's side inserting the tube through his
pale mouth.
"Breathe Joe breathe," she muttered as her heart begin to slow its pounding at the sight of Joe's
intake of each breath. Janie took a deep breath too, and smiled.
"That's it, good boy," Darren said padding Joe's sweaty head.
Janie looked at Darren, and for the hundredth time, her heart did a flip. He caught her watching him and smiled at her flushed cheeks. She poured a glass of water for Joe, just for the act of appearing busy.
"Janie what is going on?" asked grandma, limping towards them.
Janie quickly stood to help her grandma, but
Darren was much faster, he was already holding onto grandma's elbow.
"Thank you kind man," said grandma, peering at him wondering whom he was.
Darren respected her by bowing the traditional Thai custom; with two hands touching each other below
his nose. "You're welcome grandma," he glanced at Janie and said to grandma, "I'm Darren Knell, Janie's
friend."
Janie glared at him.
"Oh, Is this the young man you told me about?" asked grandma, "He's the one you said you're working
for?"
Darren's eyebrow rose an inch, and he grinned.
Janie wanted to die. "No grandma, not him," she lied, avoiding eye contact with Darren.
"No need to lie, Janie," Darren cut in, "grandma, you're right, she's working with me. She's my
secretary, isn't that right Janie?"
As he asked her this, Janie eyed him closely, and then looked at her grandma. She didn't comment on
what Darren had just said, maybe if she was quiet about it, he'd forget everything.
"So Janie," he started, "why don't you tell your grandma about us?"
Gee, that was a long shot thinking he'd forget.
Darren might have gone a little too far, but he's enjoying the conversation. Hell, he love the way the
fire lights up in Janie's eyes, boy is she going to kill him. Those eyes sure looks piercing, and they
sure turn him on.
Grandma turned her analysis eyes to Janie. Janie didn't want to lie to grandma again; she never lied before, not until this devil-like hunk showed up, turning her insides to mush! Damn him.
"Oh grandma, nothings going on, really," she offered an excused, then turned to Darren. "If you
don't mind Mr. Knell, may you step outside and have a little talk with me?" she asked in gritted teeth.
"Grandma, we'll only be a moment," with that said, she crawled up, and walked out of the room as Darren
trailed behind.
Janie waited for Darren to catch up in front of the shack. When Darren saw the look on her face and the
ambers in her eyes, he knew then that she was no longer afraid of him.
"Why did say that? I've already told you that I'm not going to be and never will be your mistress!”
Janie huffed. Darren looked at her questionably, “Mistress?”
"Isn't that what they call ladies of the night back in the 18th century? Well, this is the 21st century
mister; we don't use that term anymore. But, but that's beside the point. Why aren't you saying
anything?" Janie asked, looking confused. Darren love to see her talk even if she didn't
make much sense or matter much in this case. He just loves to see the way her head moved as she spoke, the
way she presented her body language. He sure as hell wasn't listening to a word she's saying. He's
thinking about how nice it would be if she agreed to be his mistress. Yes, he would get in her pants. His
lips spread into a wide grin.
"Mr. Knell, are you listening to me?"
"Call me Darren, it's more intimate," he said as he put his fingers in her curls. She backed away from him. "Trust me Mr. Knell, I don't want to get any closer than this."
Darren caught a shadow from the tip of his eyes.
It was behind the shack that was across from Janie's home. He pulled her in his right arm and led her to
the corner of the shack, where there are bushes and trees to cover them.

Janie was screaming under his shirt, which came out in little muffles. She pinched his stomach since
that was the closest and the most appropriate place to touch with enough room for movement, and that would
cause enough pain. Darren winced, but still held her close, allowing enough room for her to lift her head up and glared mincingly at him.
"What was that all about?" he whispered.
"Don't ask me that when you all but hauled me, suffocatingly, I might add, to a bushes! What do you
want me to think?!" she exasperated, still appalled by his sudden action.
Darren didn't want to tell her the truth for fear of scaring her away. Hell, he almost forgot the real
reason why he was there at the first place. He hadn't known she lived here, or he would have visited.
Actually, he really was here because he wanted to find those spies, and see what they were up to, but she
didn't need to know that.
Taking advantage of their intimate position,
Darren wrapped both arms around her thin waist and said, "I wanted to hold you without people watching,
and then do this," he bent his head and pressed his lips against her oh so warm and soft one. She began
squirming and wiggling under his arms.
Janie will most certainly not allow someone to force a kiss on her, even if he was the same person
who stole the nerves! She will forbid it even if it caused her a regretful feeling, and a sore private for
him. She lifted her knees in preparation to kneel him in the groins again, but a gunshot exploded from one
of the shacks, the same shack where the shadow hid. In lightning speed, Darren pushed; more like
shoved her to the ground with his body sprawled on top. He covered her head with his broad shoulders and
in no time at all, she saw him with a gun. Really, she never knew he carried a gun. He had it even in
her house, and she wanted to kill him. Hell, this man had the gall to step in her house-shack to be
specific, with a loaded gun, harassed her by forcing a kiss- don't forget the suffocating grasp and still
manage to look surprised at the gunshot. She knew it; he was here for a reason. And the reason had finally
shot out from the shadow, literally. Oh yes she was mad all right, damn it she was pissed! This must be
some horseplay he's having with his friends, maybe
even with his chauffeur.
With all of the anger and strength she have left, she rolled over him and shoved him to the side,
then raced away from the safety of the bushes.
"What the hell?" Darren cursed, surprised by the attack. "Janie get back here!" He yelled after her
slim body that disappeared behind the corner. Darren cursed some more as he got up and followed
her. He saw her walking along the sides of the shack and a hand pulled her into the dark shadows. The same
place where the gunshot was fired. There was no scream erupting from Janie. She went in voluntarily.
Darren's eyeballs turned even into black slits as the truth hits him hard.
Janie, of all people, was working for the spies, for the enemies, for his enemies. He clenched his
fist until the knuckles turned white. That's why she applied for the job as his secretary. She wanted to
get close to him, charm him. Oh hell, she'd probably sleep with him if it were all it took to win his
trust. If she thought of that, then she didn't know Darren Knell at all. He have slept with so many
women, leaving them cold that one more woman isn't going to matter to him. If she wants to play games
with him, he'll join her anytime and with pleasure. Hell, he was a great player, the best one night
stander in Thailand.
Those spies were stupid enough to choose a woman to work for them, certainly they should know better.
Ha, they just don't know how good he can please, charm a woman then throw her out. It’s his sixth sense!
She will surely regret this foreplay, Darren vows. He had had big plans for them if she agreed to be his
mistress. Heck, she might even enjoy, revel in it. Yet she all but went and ruined the feelings he had
for her. Ironically though, his feelings for her intensified even more, since she would do "anything"
to win his trust. Going to bed is one important thing for Darren, according to her skinny knowledge about
him, and by god she’d have to go to bed with him if she wants any information. She may think what little
information she receives from him is imperative, but Darren knows better.

Darren’s lip quirked up and he devilishly shoved his gun back into his back pocket. With a plan in mind,
Darren proceeds to his car.

..........TO BE CONTINUED ....

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' HANGING BY A MOMENT ' Chapter 5		Story by : Lovefia