Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 27 : « Porsche is a dangerous man. Be careful Vegas. »

Kim

This morning I woke up very early. I'm in a period when I want to play sports in the morning. I went for a run in the private park that counts in my property.

With loud music in my ears, I am closely monitored by a bodyguard band, who follow me absolutely wherever I go. They are also in sports and follow me at a fairly reasonable distance.

I hate it, but I have no choice. Dad is a mafia. Many enemies could attack me inside my house.'s house.

I'm about to arrive in the forest when I stop and take my water bottle, located in my little backpack. I usually take some equipment with me so I don't have to go home too early.

My bodyguards also stop but always at a distance from me. This is the only condition for me to accept to have it kept by a bunch of overtrained guys. If they leave it my living space, it's good. Otherwise...

My phone ringing interrupts my thoughts. I take my phone and look at who is trying to contact me. This is Yasmina, one of the closest servants in Vegas.

I'm very curious to know what she wants from me.

- Yes, Yasmina?

- Mr. Nong Kim?! Thank you for picking up, you're going to save my life... Mr. Vegas does not answer my calls... The big boss has returned and is in a very bad mood... help me... go get Mr. Vegas so that his father doesn't attack us...

Vegas is with Pete and Porsche, the two people he wanted me to investigate. It's at his home that I have to find him right. If his father is there, it means that employees are in serious danger. I remember the father of Vegas. He didn't like his son to bring guys back to his room. He didn't approve of our relationship by the way, but Vega didn't care and continued to take me home so that we could have a good time together.

I sigh, not having planned to leave my house at all. It's barely 8 o'clock...

- Very well, I'll be there with Vegas in half an hour. Continue to keep the big boss as calm as possible.

I cut off the conversation and signal to the bodyguards that we are going home.

Vegas

I don't know what time it is but the sun is there when I open my eyes. I've been awake for a while but not because of its brightness but rather because of a Porsche that is too sexually active.

Pete moans like crazy while he's on the other side of the apartment. Porsche fucks him in such an intense way that I wonder how Pete didn't end up breaking into several pieces.

- Porsche .... Aaaaah... aaaah...

From my sofa, I hear Pete's buttocks being hit by Porsche's pelvis, I hear Porsche spanking slamming on Pete's ass at a frantic pace and I come to the conclusion that Porsche must not be a tender sex partner.

It is also him that I hear growling with satisfaction a few seconds later.

- Aaaah.... Pete, go on...

- Yes Porsche...

Pete lets go of a long and sensual moan, sounding like a relief. Through his cries, I can see that Pete still suffers from Porsche sex parties. I'm sure that this one is not allowed either.

I stand up and stretch. I slept about two hours, too busy thinking about everything that happened last night. Pete and I sent my homework to the teacher 30 minutes before the last deadline. We quickly separated after that. I think he wanted to be alone with himself to take a step back on what happens between him and me.

The fact that we fucked together, that I made him understand that I was there for him and the struggle he makes not to give in to the chance I give him to improve his life, must upset him in a way.