Darling, Be More (Kinn x Porsche) [Kinn x Porsche]

Part 5: Wedding & Birthday

By the time Porsche returned to the room, two hours later, he was surprised to see that Kinn had made a home for himself on the floor at the foot of the bed. A pillow, blanket, and already passed out. They didn't have to do rock, scissors, paper at all. His assistant was conceding to him...again.

He observed Kinn quietly. Porsche knew that Kinn took whatever he dished out at him. Attitude, snark, even pressure.

He'd gone into another room to take the phone call and looked at the portraits that lined the walls appeared professional, serious, and expensive decorations. Not to mention the guards that lined the walls with guns clipped to their waists. When he walked by to search for a private place for his conversation, they bowed at the waist towards him, and he was surprised. Kinn was definitely a prince or noble. Why have so much security? Then heard noises outside and walked to the window to peer as an older man stepped out of a Rolls Royce, dressed leisurely, and even from far away Porsche could see that this fellow exuded power.

Shaking his head, hanging up with Jonathan with a promise for a follow-up call in the morning, he meandered to the bedroom and expected to be tossed to the floor.

He crouched now to let his fingertips brush the bangs away from Kinn's eye to see how handsome his assistant was. The smoothed over edges of sleep evident on those features, the slightly plump lips from their heated kiss that brought a rush of blood to Porsche's face, and he sighed to himself. His omega was longing and reaching out to this alpha who wouldn't give him the time of day unless he paid for it. Porsche knew that it was a bridge he built and burned all in one go, so he had to rein himself in.

"Why'd I get you involved in this mess again?"

Kinn was the only one he could honestly depend on after Porchay. But seeing as Porchay was pissed at him, which he couldn't fault him for, Porsche had to rely on Kinn to help him.

"I'm sorry Kinn..."

Getting up, plopping down into the center of the bed that smelled heavenly like Kinn and the pillows surrounding him like those strong arms had done in the dining room, Porsche fell asleep with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Why did Kinn kiss him? Why did Kinn give up his bed? Why was Porsche so affected by all of it?

*~*~*~*

"You're Kinn's fiancé."

It was a statement not a question. Porsche only offered his hand to the man seated at the head of the dining table this morning. The seat Kinn had been seated at, the brothers more scattered than the closeness they had the night before; it seemed the entire ambiance of the room was more serious. He waited to be acknowledged and only got a curt nod in return. Looking over his shoulder at Kinn who stood behind him, he saw Kinn just shook his head and allowed himself to be shuffled to sit down on the opposite end of the table. Far away from Korn Theerapanyakul, the patriarch of the family. He was placed next to Tankhun with Kinn on his left side, clearly a sandwich maneuver, and he blinked owlishly as he cleared his throat to respond. "Yes Sir, I am."

"You're also his boss."

"Yes. I am."

"Kinn. You came home with your boss? Your omega boss?" Korn sipped at his tea as they were all served breakfast and rolled his eyes. Obviously not pleased by that situation. "At least one of you took responsibility of their parents' company."

"Pa—"

Porsche paused. How did Korn know that the company he ran belonged to his parents' company? He looked at Kinn with an alarmed look. "How do ... you know? We've only just met."

"I know a lot about you Porsche Kittisawasd. Eldest of two brothers, orphaned at ten, Taekwondo champion, and owner of Kittisawasd Entertainment as a producer of films and shows. Extremely profitable business. Lucrative even." The father of the three spoke, scooped some congee onto his spoon and ate it. "I can't say I've had the time to watch anything you have made but, I'm sure that you're at least making your parents proud."