Hidden omega

HIDDEN OMEGA 5: SICK

PORSCHE'S POV:

I open my eyes and and the pain started exploding in my head. I couldn't remember what happened , all I remember is going to the bathroom after I felt like my body was on fire before everything went black.

I slowly tried to sit up but something was pushing me back down and I looked to see Pete shaking his head and guided me back down.

"What happen?" I want to ask more but my mouth stopped working after saying those 2 words like my body isn't responding to my brain anymore.

"We found you in a hotel room and you had been drugged. We still don't know what it was or who did it to you but our guys are trying to find out now. You've been a sleep for 2 days now." Pete explain placing a cool wet towel on my head which helped with my hell killing headache. "If it wasn't for Khun Kinn finding you, something bad would have happened and we wouldn't be able to save you."

Hearing that Kinn saved me, made butterflies wake up in my stomach.

"You know he was sooo worried about you. He made us drop the mission and to find you or else he would burn down the whole building to find you. Make sure to say thanks to him after you feel better."

I slight turned my face away from Pete to hide my growing blush on my face. 'Why are you acting like this, Porsche. Pull yourself together, you hate kinn.' I told myself.

"Rest some more Porsche. I'm gonna go to the cafeteria and get some phorrage for you okay." Pete said gently laying me back down onto the bed. I could smell his calming lavender scent that he was letting off and I slowly nodded off feeling safe and calm here with Pete.

KINN'S POV:

I was sitting at my office desk with the growing pile of paper work on my desk waiting to topple over onto me. I couldn't concentrate on what needs to be done. It all because of that dumb Porsche! After I saved him that night, I can't get him out of my head.

The scene I saw when he was sprawled all over over the bed. He had got rid of his jacket and shirt and his tan soft skin on the silk white hotel sheets made him so fuckable right there but I held myself back because he wasn't in his right mind and I would never do that to someone.

He had a huge tent in his pants and there was a little pre-cum coming out staining his pants and me, being the horny dick I am, also got a boner from looking at him looking al sexy under the influence of drugs. The way he kept moaning my name when he saw me was like music to my ears. I wanted to be the only one to ever make him moan like that.

Good thing Pete ran in and I came back to my senses.

Maybe I should go check on him now to see if he's better. Wait why do I need to do that? It's not like he's someone o actually care about. Right?

'Knock knock'.

I quickly got rid of that thought and called the person in.

Speak of the devil.

The door slowly creacked open and a tired Porsche walked in. He was only wearing a plain white t shirt and black shorts that where a little too high.

I quickly swallowed a knot in my throat and unconsciously looked at his muscular juicy looking thighs. They stoped a couple meters away for my desk and I looked up to see Porsche holding onto the hems of his shirt while looking nervously down at the ground with a cute pout on his lips.

I quickly snapped out of it when Porsche slightly coughed.

I quickly stood up from my desk and walked around it to stand next to him. I held onto his shoulders and lightly tapped his shoulders. I worriedly scanned his face to see any trace of pain on his beautiful face.