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Assistant: Title: Obsession | LINGORM
        Author: sb272024 sb272024 
        Chapter: 1/11 
        Summary: **Disclaimer:** I don't own any of the charactersLingling Kwong had wanted Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong  for months. Six, to be exact. And finally, the perfect opportunity had arrived to make her hers-at least for a little while. Billionaire entrepreneur Lingling Kwong knew Orm was eager to secure Kwong Enterprises' advertising deal with Kittichai & Co. Maybe Ling would sign the deal. But first, Orm had to agree to accompany her to a lavish family wedding in Koh Samui.
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    The vultures were circling.Orm Kornnaphat stood back, champagne flute in hand, and surveyed the crowded ballroom. The fund-raiser was meant to balance elegance with purpose, but the air was thick with veiled competition. Business ambitions simmered beneath the polished surface of pleasantries and laughter.Across the room, Lingling Sirilak Kwong stood among a large group of attendees. She exuded an effortless charm, her warm yet knowing smile lighting up her striking features. She commanded attention without trying, an innate confidence radiating from her as she engaged with the group. She seemed entirely in her element, dressed in a sleek suit that blended masculine lines with feminine elegance.It should be a crime for someone to look commanding and graceful simultaneously. Tall and magnetic, Lingling's presence filled the room, an aura of authority ideally suited to the luxury brand she represented.Orm took a sip of her champagne, letting the bubbly warmth distract her from the quickening pulse in her chest. Lingling had been orbiting her thoughts for weeks now. Their glances across the room had grown steadily more intense, and Orm couldn't deny the pull.If only Lingling weren't a potential client.A client, Orm's agency, desperately needed to land.Orm set her glass on the tray of a passing waiter, trying to shake off her musings. She had always drawn the line at mixing business with personal interest. Still, the air seemed charged whenever Lingling was near, and Orm couldn't help but wonder what might happen if she let herself cross it.They had been playing a careful game since Lingling's split from her previous agency. Orm knew Lingling had to be aware of the stakes; after all, Kwong Enterprises' account would be a career-defining win for any agency. And yet, something about Lingling's gaze said she saw through the posturing of the others."Orm, why are you standing over here?"The familiar voice made Orm turn. Her boss, Aran Kittichai, appeared beside her, looking sharp in a tailored velvet jacket. Unlike most, Aran seemed perfectly at ease in the glittering chaos of the ballroom. His dark eyes flicked across the room, quickly landing on Lingling."She's a work of art, isn't she?" Aran said, his lips curling into a knowing smile.Orm shot him a look. "Professional boundaries, Aran.""Oh, please," he said, brushing off her words. "I've seen the way you look at her. If anyone can pull this off without turning it into a disaster, it's you. Besides, boundaries are overrated."Before Orm could respond, Aran's expression shifted, darkening. "Well, speak of the devil."Orm followed his gaze to see a sharply dressed woman with perfectly coiffed hair entering the room. Sirinya, an older woman and a top contender at a rival agency Siam Strategics, glided in with a practised smile. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, assessing the competition. When she spotted Lingling, her smile deepened into something sharper."She's here for Kwong Enterprises, too, right?" Orm asked quietly.Aran nodded. "She's ruthless when she wants something."Orm sighed, already feeling the weight of the evening press heavier on her shoulders. Between Lingling's intoxicating pull and the vultures circling the room, this night was shaping up to be anything but simple.---Orm followed Aran's gaze to see Thanet Visan holding court within hearing distance of Lingling. Though she wouldn't admit it to Aran, seeing their business rival zeroing in on Lingling Kwong made her uneasy. Thanet owned Golden Lotus Promotions, and not only had he lured away some of Kittichai & Co.'s top clients in recent months, he'd also launched an underhanded PR campaign against Aran. It was a dirty play, but it didn't surprise Orm. Thanet was relentless and would stop at nothing to win."Well, yes," Orm murmured. "His team is busy trying to charm Lingling.""Any reason you aren't?"She placed a steadying hand on his arm. She knew this account was essential to Aran and everyone at their agency. "I need you to trust me, Aran. I've studied Lingling Kwong extensively. She knows I'm interested. She'll come to me eventually. I'm sure of it.""Are you fifty million baht sure, Orm? Kittichai & Co. is small, and this kind of deal could mean saving our employees' jobs. If we keep losing clients, I can't promise we'll survive.""I know I'm asking a lot," she said softly. "But I can't just storm over there and rely on charm. Look at the crowd around her." She gestured toward the women and men vying for Lingling's attention. "It's what she expects. You know I won't stoop to that. I can land this account on the strength of our ideas, Aran. I've worked every waking moment to craft this pitch. She won't be able to resist it."Aran studied her closely, his eyes gleaming with what looked like respect. Orm had always admired working under him. He was demanding yet fair and was the only one willing to hear her side of what had happened at her last job in Bangkok."I never expected you to win an account on anything less than your brilliance, Orm," he said quietly. "I hope I've never given you another impression.""You haven't," Orm replied. "I appreciate your faith in me. I won't let you—or the agency—down."Aran ran a hand through his hair, his face shadowed with fatigue. He had given his all to keep the agency afloat, and Orm could see the strain etched into his features. More than anything, she wanted to hand him this victory. Aran had stood by her when no one else would.Her attention snapped back as Lingling began weaving her way through the crowd. "Don't look now, but she's headed this way. Maybe you should go mingle or find Sirinya and distract her."With a quick nod, Aran slipped into the crowd, leaving Orm to face Lingling alone.Orm sipped her champagne, her heartbeat quickening as Lingling drew closer. It was impossible not to feel her presence. The room seemed to hum with energy whenever she was near.And that scent. Even amid the swirl of perfumes and colognes, Lingling's subtle, sophisticated fragrance cut through, intoxicating and uniquely hers. Orm felt attuned to her in a way that had nothing to do with business."Orm," Lingling murmured, her voice low and smooth.Orm turned, a welcoming smile on her lips. "Hello, Lingling. Enjoying the evening?""I think you know I'm not."Orm raised an eyebrow, her smile turning playful as she met Lingling's intense gaze. "Do I?"Lingling snagged a flute from a passing waiter and turned her attention to Orm. It was all Orm could do not to gasp under the weight of Lingling's heated scrutiny. It was as if she were being undressed in front of a room full of people—her blood simmered, heat pooling low in her belly. Lingling's eyes—sharp and assessing—seemed to peel back every layer, making Orm feel as though she were wearing the most revealing dress imaginable. She felt exposed and vulnerable beneath that searing gaze."Tell me something, Orm. Why aren't you over there with the remaining vultures convincing me your agency will take Kwong Enterprises to even greater heights?"Orm's lips curved upward into a small smile. "Because you're already at the top?""You're such a tease."At that, her smile faltered. Lingling wasn't wrong. Flirting wasn't what Orm wanted to do, especially not here, especially not now.Orm glanced across the room to where rival execs stood, their gazes sharp and predatory as they watched her and Lingling."I'm not desperate, Lingling. I know I'm good. I know the ideas I've prepared for your campaign are exceptional. Does that make me arrogant? Maybe. But I don't need to sell you a polished pitch. All I need is the time to show you what I can do for you.""What you can do for me, Orm."Her eyes widened at the blatant innuendo, but before she could overthink it, Lingling's tone shifted, correcting Orm's assumption."If your ideas are as brilliant as you say, then hiring your agency would mean hiring you. I'm not interested in an agency whose star executive disappears after the ink is dry."Orm frowned slightly, hating how the balance of power in this conversation felt tilted. Her fingers tightened around the glass she held, praying her unease didn't show.Lingling's perceptive eyes softened slightly as she added, "It wasn't a proposition, Orm. You'd know the difference."In a bold move, Lingling extended a finger, tracing a line down the bare skin of Orm's arm. Orm shivered, unable to suppress the chill that danced across her flesh in response."I only meant that if I sign with your agency, I'll expect you to personally oversee every aspect of the campaign.""And do you anticipate signing with us?" Orm asked huskily.Lingling's lips quirked in amusement. She took a slow sip from her glass, her gaze never wavering. "If your pitch is as good as I think it will be. Golden Lotus has some solid ideas, but you..." She leaned in slightly. "You intrigue me."Orm's lips tightened in determination. "That's only because you haven't seen my work yet."Lingling chuckled softly. "Confidence looks good on you. I'm not too fond of false modesty.I look forward to seeing what you've prepared, Orm Kornnaphat." Her voice dipped, becoming almost teasing. "You strike me as someone who doesn't do anything halfway.""Are we moving into the appointment phase?" Orm asked lightly, attempting to diffuse the tension. "I must admit, watching you hold court with the competition has been quite the show."Lingling set her glass down on a nearby table and extended her hand. "Dance with me, and we'll discuss appointment times."Orm hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly.Lingling raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her expression becoming a playful challenge. "What's the matter? Afraid you can't keep up?""Fine," Orm said, placing her glass aside. "But if this is part of your vetting process, I expect it to go on my agency's performance review."Lingling laughed—a rich, unguarded sound that turned several heads in the room. Orm ignored the stares and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor, the weight of expectations momentarily lifted by the warmth of Lingling's hand in hers.Knowing no graceful way to bow out of the dance, Orm set down her glass and allowed Lingling to lead her onto the ballroom floor.To her relief, Lingling held her loosely. Their movements were impeccable to anyone watching, exuding nothing but poise and professionalism. They didn't look like lovers, but Orm knew the thought lingered in both minds. She could see the spark in Lingling's eyes and felt certain Lingling could see the same in hers.Orm had never been good at concealing her emotions. Growing up as the only girl in a boisterous household of brothers, she had always been regarded as the precious daughter and sister, her every feeling bare. Her family was loud, expressive, and unapologetically open.But she wished, just for tonight, that she could mask her thoughts better. Then she wouldn't be so caught up in wondering whether Lingling was giving her a fair shot because of her skills or intrigued by the undeniable chemistry between them. Was this about her ideas, or was it something else entirely?Really! Orm? Put her in the same box as every other opportunist you've met. That's rich."Relax," Lingling murmured, her voice low and soothing against Orm's ear. "You're overthinking."Orm forced herself to follow Lingling's lead, letting go of her swirling doubts. The rich and elegant music flowed through her, and for a moment, she surrendered to the simple joy of dancing with someone who took her breath away."How's next week for you?" Lingling asked softly, breaking the momentary spell. "I've got Friday open."Orm blinked, momentarily disoriented. It took her a second to grasp what Lingling was referring to. Some professional she was."I was thinking we could meet informally," Lingling continued. "You can walk me through your ideas. We'll move forward with a full presentation at your agency if they resonate with me. It'll save us both time if your pitch isn't what I'm looking for.""Friday works," Orm said quickly, her voice steadier than she felt. "I'll be ready."The music ended, but Lingling's hands lingered a fraction longer than necessary. Orm's breath hitched as their eyes locked, the weight of Lingling's gaze holding her captive. Words, objections, and even coherent thoughts seemed impossible."I'll have my assistant send you the details," Lingling said, her tone quiet yet commanding.Before Orm could respond, Lingling took her hand and brought it to her lips. The soft, deliberate brush of Lingling's mouth against her skin sent a jolt of warmth through Orm, leaving her rooted to the spot."Until Friday," Lingling said, her voice blending promise and challenge.Orm stood motionless as Lingling strode away, disappearing effortlessly into the crowd. Yet, as though drawn by an invisible thread, Lingling glanced back. Their eyes met again, and Lingling's lips curved into a knowing half-smile.Oh, she knew. Lingling knew precisely what her effect on Orm was. And how could she not? Lingling was brilliant, self-assured, and utterly magnetic. The kind of client who could elevate Orm's career to extraordinary heights—if she didn't lose her balance first.Orm turned toward the exit, her thoughts racing. She'd done what she came here to do, and there was no reason to linger. The last thing she wanted was to overhear whispers about her dance with Lingling. If there was gossip—and there surely would be—she didn't care to hear it.She passed Aran and View on her way out, standing near the crowd's edge. Aran didn't say a word, but he arched an inquiring brow as their eyes met. Of course, he'd seen her dancing with Lingling. Aran probably hadn't paid attention to anyone else in the room all evening, focusing squarely on their target. It was a pity since View looked stunning in her elegant crimson gown."Friday," Orm murmured as she approached them. "I'll meet with her informally. There is no formal pitch yet. She wants to hear my ideas first. If she likes them, she'll arrange for a full presentation."Aran nodded, the sharp gleam of satisfaction lighting his eyes. "Well done, Orm."Orm allowed herself a small smile before continuing toward the door. There was so much to prepare before Friday, and every moment between now and then would count.Lingling Kwong loosened the collar of her double-breasted suit as soon as she stepped into her penthouse suite. The soft click of her heels echoed on the marble floor as she walked to the living room, leaving her blazer draped over a chair. She flexed her bare feet briefly, relishing the relief from the constriction of her shoes, before continuing into the bedroom.The neatly organised desk with her laptop and stacked folders beckoned, but for once, the thought of work didn't appeal. Not when her mind was already preoccupied—full of thoughts of Orm Kornnaphat.Elegant, confident, impossibly alluring Orm Kornnaphat.Lingling's body was still on edge; her senses had heightened since Orm had entered the ballroom. She knew the moment Orm left, but her skin still burned with the memory of their dance, the softness of Orm's hand, and the faint scent of jasmine that lingered long after they parted.It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Lingling wanted more. Much more. She wanted to trace every curve of Orm's body with her fingers. She tried to press Orm against her, to feel her warmth, breath, and heartbeat.Her imagination betrayed her, painting vivid pictures of Orm beneath her, her light brown eyes—so uniquely captivating—clouded with desire. Lingling could see it so clearly: the way Orm's body would move, the way she would surrender to pleasure with soft, breathy sighs. A woman like Orm wasn't to be rushed. No, Lingling would savour every inch of her, learning where her soft gasps turned to moans, where her nerves electrified under the lightest touch.It wasn't as though Lingling lacked intimacy. Though often consumed by work, her life didn't suffer for companionship. She'd had lovers and partners. Good ones. But she knew, with absolute certainty, that being with Orm wouldn't just be good. It would be transcendent.She cursed under her breath, her pulse quickening as the images refused to leave her mind. A cold shower wouldn't help. Not tonight. Not after weeks of resisting the undeniable pull, Orm had on her.Orm was stunning. Not overly tall, but tall enough to quickly meet Lingling's gaze. Her poise, confidence, and effortless manner were magnetic. And those eyes. Orm's hazel eyes were mesmerising, shifting between shades of amber and green depending on the light. They seemed to see right through Lingling, leaving her bare and vulnerable in the most intoxicating way.But it wasn't just Orm's beauty that captivated her. There was something deeper, something unshakable about her composure. Orm was focused and professional. She wanted Lingling's business, and she'd made that clear. Yet, she hadn't used flirtation or manipulation to get there. Orm hadn't tried to seduce her—not like others had.Lingling laughed lowly, shaking her head at the thought of the two blatant propositions she'd received at the fundraiser. How predictable. And how utterly unlike Orm.Orm had waited for Lingling to come to her. And maybe, Lingling mused with a slow smile, that made Orm the smartest.The ring of Lingling's iPhone disturbed her fantasy and brought her sharply back to the present. She looked in frustration at the unfinished work on her desk, then reached for her phone.Her mother. She frowned. She wasn't in the mood for family matters, but she loved her mother dearly and couldn't very well ignore her.With a resigned sigh, she swiped to answer and put the phone to her ear."Hello, Mom.""Lingling! I'm so glad I caught you. You're so busy these days."Lingling could hear the disapproval and worry in her mother's voice."The business doesn't run itself," she replied gently.Her mother made a low sound of exasperation. "You sound so much like your father."Lingling winced. That wasn't exactly a compliment she wanted to hear."I wanted to call to ensure you hadn't forgotten about this weekend. It's important to Wei that you be there."There was a note of anxiety in her mother's voice that always seemed to surface when Wei, her brother, was mentioned."You can't think I'd go to their wedding," Lingling said mildly. The only important thing to Wei was that Lingling be there to witness his triumph.Her mother made a disapproving sound. "I know it won't be easy for you, Lingling. But don't you think you should forgive him? It's obvious he and Prigkhing belong together. It would be nice to have the whole family back together again.""Easy? It won't be easy or difficult, Mom. I don't care, and frankly, they're welcome to each other. I don't have the time or the desire to attend.""Would you do it for me?" her mother pleaded. "Please. I want to see my children in the same room once."Lingling sank onto the edge of her bed and pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers. If her father had called, she would have had no problem refusing. If Wei had called—Lingling nearly laughed at the idea. Wei wouldn't be calling her for anything after she had told him to go to hell and take his faithless fiancée with him.But this was her mother, whom she harboured genuine affection for. Her mother was always caught in the tension between her and their father and between her and Wei."All right, Mom. I'll come. But I'll be bringing someone with me. I hope you don't mind."She could practically see her mother beam right through the phone."Why, Lingling, you didn't tell me you were seeing someone new! Of course, you're welcome to bring her. I'll very much look forward to meeting her.""Can you forward all the details to my assistant so she can make arrangements?"Her mother sighed. "How did I know you wouldn't have kept the original e-mail?"Because Lingling had immediately sent it to the trash folder? Of course, she wouldn't admit that."Send it to Ratee, and I'll see you on Friday. I love you," she said after a short pause."I love you too, sweetheart. I'm so delighted you're coming."Lingling ended the call and stared down at her iPhone. Friday. Hell. Friday was when she was meeting Orm, and she finally meeting Orm.Lingling had planned meticulously, not wanting to seem overanxious. She'd exchanged playful banter, shared long, seeking glances, and spent unreasonable time thinking about Orm. Yet now, she would have to cancel their Friday meeting because her mother thought she needed to attend her brother Wei's wedding.The wedding of her ex-fiancée Prigkhing to Wei.Lingling sighed, dragging her fingers through her hair. She needed a date. Someone who could prove to her family that she wasn't secretly harbouring feelings for Prigkhing. She wasn't. That ship had sailed when Prigkhing dumped her to align herself with Wei when the family's high-end restaurant chain expanded into international markets.Prigkhing preferred the glitz and prestige of the Ling family's culinary empire over the perceived monotony of Lingling's luxury lifestyle brand. It was just as well. If Prigkhing had done any fundamental research, she would have known that Lingling's ventures consistently outperformed the restaurants in net profitability—and it had taken Lingling far less time to achieve this.Her mother wouldn't believe it, but Lingling was grateful to Wei for being a self-centred opportunist. He'd only pursued Prigkhing because she'd once belonged to Lingling. And, thanks to his competitive nature, Lingling had narrowly escaped a massive mistake.Still, that didn't mean she wanted to endure a weekend with her controlling father and self-absorbed brother. But the family was family, and Lingling had reluctantly agreed. Now, she just needed to find someone who could make it tolerable.She glanced at her iPhone, scrolling through her contacts for possibilities. A few acquaintances came to mind, but none of them felt right. Then, with a sudden spark of inspiration, she found the perfect solution.It was brilliant. She was an idiot for not thinking of it immediately. It solved all her problems.Lingling's lips curved into a satisfied smile. Finally, she had a way to bring Orm closer under the guise of business. If the setting happened to be an intimate family wedding, and Orm was stranded with her at a luxurious resort in Koh Samui for three days...Well, Lingling thought, this weekend might not be so bad.When Orm pulled into her father's driveway, she was relieved to see Arun's Mercedes parked beside their father's pickup. She pulled her black BMW on the other side of the truck and grinned at how the two expensive cars flanked the beat-up old piece of family history.As she got out, she heard the roar of another engine and turned to see Krit pull in behind her. To her utter shock, Anan climbed out of the passenger seat."Anan!" she exclaimed and ran straight for him.He grinned just before she launched herself into his arms. She hit his chest, and as she'd known he would, he caught her and whirled her around just like he'd done when she'd been five years old and every year since."How come I never get greetings like that?" Krit grumbled as he climbed from behind the wheel."I'm so glad to see you," she whispered fiercely.His big arms surrounded her in a hug that nearly squeezed her breath out. Anan always gave the best hugs."It's good to see you too, Nong. I missed you. Took you long enough to come back home."She slid down until her feet met the ground again and briefly looked away."Hey," he chided as he nudged her chin until she looked at him again. "None of that. It's all in the past, and it's a good d@mn thing it is; otherwise, your brothers would hop the first plane to Singapore and beat the cr@p out of your former boss.""Hey, hello, I'm here, too," Krit said, waving a hand between them.She held Anan's gaze for a moment longer and smiled her thanks. Her siblings were overbearing. They were loud and protective, and they certainly had their faults. Like not believing she needed to do anything more than look pretty and let them support her. But God loved them; they were fiercely loyal to her, and she adored them for it.Finally, she turned to Krit. "You I saw two weekends ago. Anan, I haven't seen you in forever." She glanced back at Anan. "Why is that anyway?"He grimaced. "Sorry. Busy time of the year."She nodded. Anan, her oldest brother, managed a successful durian export business. The peak harvest season kept him busy in the orchards and shipping centres, leaving little time for family visits. They rarely saw him until the off-season when the business slowed.Krit slung an arm over Orm's shoulders and planted an affectionate kiss on her cheek. "I see Arun is here. Must have caught a break before his next tournament.""You guys going to his season opener?" she asked."Wouldn't miss it," Anan said."I have a favour to ask, then."Both siblings looked curiously at her."I'm bringing a client, and I'd like to keep my relationship with Arun on the down low."Curiosity gleamed in their eyes. She knew they wanted to ask, but they didn't pursue the matter when she didn't volunteer her reasons for doing so."Okay. Not a problem," Anan finally said."Are you three going to stand out all day, or are you coming in to eat?"Her father's voice boomed from the front porch, and they turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, impatience evident in his stance.Orm grinned. "We better go in before he starts muttering threats."Anan ruffled her hair and tucked his arm over her neck, locking her in a headlock. Then he started toward the house, dragging her with him.When they got to the porch, she laughingly stumbled from Anan's hold and hugged her dad. He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head."Where's Arun?" she asked."Where he always is. Parked in front of the big screen, watching badminton highlights."She slipped past her father while he greeted her brothers and entered the home she'd grown up in. When she got to the living room, she saw Arun sprawled in the recliner, remote in hand, as he flipped through footage of past badminton matches."Hey," she called.Arun looked up, his eyes warming in welcome. As he got up, he smiled broadly at Orm and held out his arms.'
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