Can POV
I can't express the frustration I feel right now. What does he think of himself, throwing money like that at me? Why is he doing this?

It's because you are special Cantaloupe. And I don't like the idea of you crying to someone else while they touch you. You can cry to all you want I can give hugs too.
His words ring in my head as warmth courses through my body. Why is he acting like a protective boyf- no! I am misreading the situation.

Maybe rich people normally do this for friends. Maybe I should be more straightforward about not expecting any favours out of the relationship we have.
"Cantaloupe!" My landlord Joseph who lives in the house below us called me out breaking my trance.

"Yes?" I ask a bit startled.
"Will you pay the rent on time?" He questioned, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, I have been regular at it for months now," I tell him wondering why he was asking me this question now when there is still a week left.

"Oh, I just thought because your sugar daddy was yelling at you, you wouldn't be able to" It's safe to say that I choked on thin air.
"He is not my sugar daddy!" I cried out, shocked at the random accusation.
"He isn't?" Joseph asked as if he didn't believe me.

First, my sister wanted to know if I sold myself and now this guy is implying that my friend is my sugar daddy.
"No," I answer pointedly.
"Oh well, I didn't think of any other reason why a rich boy like him would be around you so often." He quipped casually.

"I happen to work for him." I blurt out enraged.
"As a?" He asked the suspicious tone back.
"As a manager at his company where he is the CEO."
"Do all CEO's drop their employees off? And he was so upset at you doesn't that mean he is going to fire you?" Joseph bites back.

"I- we are friends!" I stammered out wondering why this conversation was getting so tiring.
"He is friends with you?" Joseph asked as if that's the funniest thing he has heard all day.
"Yes," I said now a bit meekly.
He just laughed and waved me off. I had no interest in prolonging the conversation and digging my insecurities up, so I left him at it and walked upstairs to my house. Well, that was fun.

"Cantaloupe! Did you figure out who gave this to us?" Lay yelled as soon as I walked in. Oh yeah, we have this issue. 
"Yes, I did. It's a friend." I try to be as casual as possible about it.
"A friend? Since when did you have such a rich friend? Also aren't you too prideful to accept such favours?" Lemon question sceptical of the situation.

"Oi, I am not prideful. It's just a bit of self-respect. Also, we are not accepting it. I will find a way to return it." I said dismissively.
"Well, since it is addressed to me I think I should be the one returning it to him or her." Lay proclaimed suddenly.

"There is no need for that. I can return it to him, we meet every day at work so I can-"
"Okay, so I'll accompany you to work tomorrow so that I can do it. Good night P'Can." Lemon said casually as she scatters off to her bed making it clear that she doesn't want further arguments.

Tin POV

Did I scare him off? What was I thinking? Why did I sound like a jealous boyfriend? Can I be a jealous boyfriend?

I have been in relationships previously. None of them lasted long enough for me to get emotionally attached to the women. But Can is a man, yet he brought out a side of me I didn't know existed. Why the hell did I ask him to work at my house?

My heart kept telling me it was because I wanted to see more of him. But why? Am I gay?

"Tin?" My sister in law's voice shook me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, P'Wadee?"
"P'? Since when did you give me so much respect?" She mocked faking a shock.
"Take it or leave it," I said regaining my stoic face." Why aren't you asleep?"

She sighed deeply.
"Your brother isn't home."
I raised a brow at this.
"And since when did you care?" I know their relationship was just a mutual agreement and didn't involve feelings. Well, it did once upon a time but then my brother fucked up as usual.

"You know how your mom feels about me not acting as a good wife. I don't want to upset her." Wadee explained.
"You don't have to worry about her. From what I know of my brother, he is probably going to walk in anytime soon, said he already had his food and walk away as we are idiots for caring." I tell her shaking my head.

Just then Tul walked in as if on cue.
"Why are both still awake?" He asked us.
I did not respond as I don't want to talk to him unless necessary.
"Well, I was waiting for you to get home and have food." Wadee said attempting to at what seemed to be a smile.
"Oh, sorry I had. You should too if you haven't. Don't need to wait." And with that pre predicted words, he walked away like the jerk he is.

I let out a deep breath and looked at Wadee sympathetically.
"I'll come down and eat with you. Can you wait for 10 minutes?" I asked her.
"Yes." She responded giving me a soft smile. I nodded solemnly and go upstairs to freshen up.

Some people just don't deserve love.

Do you?
That internal question suddenly resulted in Can's face popping up in my mind. What the? Am I catching feelings? Why I am thinking of him in the shower?

Sorry, I just didn't know what to write. Please vote😍