Love in the billionaire's mansion

Porsche

It was in the afternoon that Porsche was able to reach his house finally. Chan opened the door of his Maserati with his head bowed low, waiting for Porsche wrath.

"Where is Chay?" Porsche asked quietly. Too quiet for Chan's liking.

"I sent him out on the 'errand'. As you asked, sir."

"Good. And WIK?"

"He is sleeping in the room last time I checked sir"

Porsche checked his Patek Philippe watch and frowned,"He is sleeping at 2 in afternoon?" He asked, incredulously

"Err, him and young master were discussing music till late at night sir." Chan said.

Porsche face tightened. He walked faster into house with Chan following him at a short distance.

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Porsche knocked on WIK's room urgently. When there wasn't response fast enough to his liking, he started banging the door.

"I'm coming Chay. Just give me a minu-Khun Porsche." The melodic voice of WIK rang out as his opened the door. WIK's eyes widened at the sight of his benefactor before he gave a small wai.

"Khun Porsche. I thought you will be arriving at this evening" WIK said, his voice losing its previous enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have informed you before about my arrival so that you could change your plans to accommodate me?" Porsche retorted with a sneer.

"That's not what I meant Khun-" WIK stopped midsentence as Porsche grabbed his neck.

"Who the fuck allowed you to talk with my brother!" Porsche roared, his eyes turning red with anger.

"Khun, I-" cough cough "-pardon me, I didn't meant too." WIK said, as he took a few steps back into the room.

Porsche suddenly dropped his hand which was around WIK's neck. He turned around and closed the door. "Maybe I should remind you, what is your role in this house Mr.Rockstar."

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Getting rammed from behind when you are bent on wooden desk was not as easy as they are made to be, WIK realises as he lies on his bed, his head aching from the earlier crying. Man, he wouldn't advise it to anyone, WIK thought as rubbed the horizontal bruise from the table which formed on his abdomen.

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Porsche just ended an important business call when he heard a loud scream, followed by a bear hug.

"HIAA! I missed you soo much" Porchay said, clutching his brother tightly.

"I missed you too, kiddo."

The two brothers kept on talking, making up for their lost time. Porsche went into the kitchen and started cooking for his nong, as the latter loved his food. Chay sat on the table top beside the stove, not wanting to leave his brother for a minute.

As all the favourite dishes of Porchay were cooked, the brothers set up the table. "Hia, can P'WIK eat with us?" Chay asked Porsche naively.

Porsche stilled for a moment, a porcelain plate in his hand frozen. "Already tired of me, nong?" Porsche asked, trying to distract Chay.

"Never Hia. I just..never mind-"

"What happened?"

Porchay stumbled over his words,  his excitement over having his idol in his house overshadowing the fear of his Hia's judgement. Porchay adored his brother, looked up to him in many ways. Always seeked his approval. Its okay, Hia would understand me.

"...and I realized that I might have a tiny crush on him." Porchay trailed off, timidly after recounting his time with WIK."So, Hia invite him over for lunch, na.."

Porsche had a blank expression on his face as he asked Chan to invite WIK over to lunch.

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Knock knock

"Coming!"

Chan stood to attention as WIK opened the door, his eyes red. Chan tried to ignore that as he said, "You are called for lunch."

"I'm sorry but I'm not feeling well. Tell Chay that I can't come."

"Umm, Khun Porsche called you actually." Chan said, awkwardly.

WIK seemed irritated at that but he covered it up with a sign. "Please give me a minute. I'll come there myself." He said, before going back into the room.

Porsche didn't like rumpled hair, pale lips and dark circles. So, WIK worked on those as he wondered what was in store for him later this day.

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"Khun Porsche, Khun Porchay." greeted WIK as he sat on left side of Porsche who sat at the head of the table. Chay was sitting right in front of him and looked a bit puzzled at 'Khun' part which was directed at him.

The lunch was an awkward affair, Porchay bubbling with poorly concealed excitement, an irritated Porsche and WIK who wanted to be anywhere but here.

WIK sate barely, his appetite long gone. He played with his food on the plate till Porsche glared at him. WIK the forced a few bites down his throat. According to his schedule, he had a 3 hour break before another spa appointment. WIK badly wanted to go to his room. He had a rough idea of a song, inspired by Chay yesterday and he wanted to write it down before the inspiration disappears.

So, when the dishes were cleared, he waited till the brothers left the dining room and then, finally, he rushed towards his room, happy to be away from Porsche.

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As Porsche sat in his office, Chan came into the room, holding an iPad.

"Sir, someone is on the property, demanding to meet you."

"He is here? What is the reason?"

"I don't know sir but he is very persistent."

"What is his name?"

"Kinn"