Chapter 1: The Collision Cocktail

When a multilingual playgirl with a smirk sharp enough to slice through egos is assigned to an international tour, the last thing she expects is to collide-literally-with a control-freak logistics officer who runs her world with spreadsheets and death stares.

Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong speaks nine languages and flirts in all of them.
Lingling Sirilak Kwong speaks one: leave me alone.

Now forced to share hotel rooms, tour duties, and every excruciating moment of group chaos across nine countries, these two polar opposites are one broken bed, one misinterpreted phrase, and one intense stare away from crossing every professional line.

It's going to be a long tour.
And no one's making it out emotionally unscathed.

Author's Note :

This is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes.
No copyright infringement intended.
This story is purely fictional from my own imagination.
Any similarities between other stories are purely coincidental.
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