Kinnporsche only mine

Chapter 2

Kinn POV

I get home after practice and call one of my bodyguards.

"I need you to check out Porsche Kittisawasd's history for me."
"Is he a danger?"
"Did I ask you for an interrogation? Just get it done."
"Yes sir I'm sorry sir."
He says and bows his head then walks out.

What are you hiding Porsche?
"How did you and Porsche really meet?"
I talk into my phone.
"Why?" Vegas asks me.
"It's interesting that he's such a good fighter. No one fights that well and doesn't do anything with his training."
"He worked for me in America. Why are you so interested in him?"
"No reason. Bye."

I hang up the phone.
So Porsche lied to his friend about working at a coffee shop.
He worked for Vegas so he must know who I am.
But he's not scared of me or Vegas I'll give him that.

I'm working in my office but I can't stop thinking about Porsche.
He's not my type but he's very handsome. He has a big tattoo on his back. I didn't get a good enough look at it to know what it is tho.

He's very muscular and has black hair that falls over his face most of the time but when he got out of the shower his hair was slicked back and his perfect tan skin was covered in drops of water. I almost couldn't contain myself and I don't know why.

His scent was something I could get addicted on and when he rolls his eyes at me he looks so cute.

What the hell am I thinking? He's not even gay. I think... No he's definitely not gay. The way he reacted when I got close to him maybe suggested otherwise tho.

His firm hands were in my chest trying to push me away and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

I snap out of my own thoughts when someone knocks on my door.
"Come in."
"Sir, we couldn't find much about Porsche. He has a younger brother and he just moved back from America."
"Why did he move there?"
"We don't know sir."
"Put the file on my desk and leave."
He bows his head and does as he's told.

I take the file.
Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd.
23 years old.
Nicknamed the phoenix.

The phoenix?

Younger brother named Porschay.
18 years old.
Studies at North Bangkok University.
Faculty communication arts.
Parents deceased.
Romantic relationships unknown.
Two time martial arts national champion.
Lived in America for two years.

That's why he's so good at fighting and he's an orphan and has to take care of his brother. Maybe that's why he started working for my cousin.

I put away the file and go on the internet and search his name.
A few youtube videos pop up of him at the national championship. He's a very good fighter and looks good with sweat coating his skin.

I don't see any social media accounts linked to his name so I close my laptop.

I sit at my desk for a while looking at the picture of Porsche and his brother that's included in the file.
They look alike and he looks happy with his younger brother.

I lay down in bed not long after and fall asleep not long after.

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I'm sitting in class when I see Porsche walking past. I stand up, gather my stuff and walk out the class ignoring the professor who's calling my name.

I walk close to him and hear he's talking to someone.
"Yeah I'll come by tonight. See you later."
He hangs up the phone.
"Girlfriend?"
He jumps at my voice and almost hits me out of reflex but lowers his fist when he sees me.