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

Part 9: Fated Mates

One perk of the long plane ride home was making up with Porchay after a long-winded verbal release all the pent-up frustrations, a good cry on his brother's shoulder, and a long nap in his apartment as soon as he returned.

Porsche had to get his affairs in order. He would properly resign and leave the company with the board members, he'd make sure that the employees were taken care of, the project for Amelia's story brought to life, and move somewhere to get away from the noise of the city for a while. He definitely needed to close off and reevaluate his life choices.

As soon as he'd gone back into the office, Porsche was in automatic work mode but missing his coffee (making him irritable), and the nonstop phone calls on his cellphone had him put it on silent mode. He received an email submission for another script to review and he snarled at it. He told everyone to stop sending him items since Kinn was out and he had no time to filter it. They all agreed when he stomped around the office in his bad mood.

"Who is the idiot who can't read?!"

Hissing, Porsche got up from behind his desk, printed out the email and moved to head out of his office to hold it up. "Who the hell sent me an email, when I specifically said to not send me anything new?!" He shouted. Not caring whether to look proper or not anymore as he was making life choices that kept him away from people. He didn't worry about image. Porsche hadn't even noticed the sender's email. "Own up to it!"

"I'll own up to it when you own up to stealing from me."

"Oooo"

"Dang."

"Tell him, Kinn."

Kinn. Porsche just twitched at the name and almost went to hide in his office as he watched the predatory look from a man who looked a mess but still so incredibly handsome. "...Kinn..."

"You steal from me. You walk away. And you want people to take you seriously?" Kinn was dressed in a white button down, black slacks and boots, taking long strides across the office floor towards Porsche. His head held high as he did. "You want respect but don't give any. You scream and shout but don't let other's do the same."

Porsche kept his feet glued until Kinn was standing in front of him. A foot apart. "What're you doing here?"

"I told you. You stole from me. After two years of putting up with you and dealing with your crap, you think I'll just let you get away with it?" Kinn shook his head. "Two years of late nights...Pad Thai runs...coffee mornings...crashes on the couch." He continued as his hands were in his pocket, "Blackmailing me into being your fiancé to avoid an absolute douche."

"Kinn—"

"Then you have the audacity. The gall. The cheek to steal..."

"I didn't steal anything, don't label me as a thief."

Kinn caught Porsche around the waist, let his hands settled in the familiar groove he knew, as all his colleagues were watching them and he spoke clearly, "Give me back my heart then."

Loud coos from the room and giggles.

Raising an eyebrow, Porsche just faltered, "I—I don't know what you're talking about."

"You mean when we kissed you didn't feel anything?" Kinn hummed "or when we had our date and talked about a lot of things..." He mused "or when we collided naked in my bedroom you felt nothing? That your omega didn't present for my alpha?"

Wolf whistles and howls from the office.

Porsche jutted his chin out, "And?"

"That sort of just dazzled me."

"You were spooked into a false sense of feelings, Kinn."

Kinn chuckled, "All my life I've had people tell me how to think and be. Guess what. I'm over it."

"Kinn..."

Kinn's hands held Porsche tighter, shifting to wrap his arms securely around that lithe waist and smiled lightly when Porsche's hands unfolded to be placed on his chest to push a little, but not wholeheartedly, "I love you, Porsche."

"I..."

"You don't have to—"

"I love you, Kinn."

The tension that was on Kinn's shoulders disappeared as he looked into those bright eyes and felt Porsche's fingers curl into his shirt to tug him even closer. A piece of paper wouldn't fall if it was placed between them, that's how close they were. "Will you marry me...for real?"

Porsche swallowed as he tilted his head up at their small height difference, to brush their noses together and his heart felt lighter than it had been in a very long time. This was the complete feeling that he needed. "Shouldn't you go down on your knees?"

"I'd like to...but in the privacy of yours or my apartment...which will become mine. And I can properly ravish you?"

Laughing as Porsche's arms wound securely around Kinn's neck to whisper against those lips, "Planning to kidnap me?"

"No, just blackmail you."

"Where'd you learn to do a thing like that, Kinn?"

"From the love of my life, Porsche. My mate."

The kiss that was pressed to his lips had Porsche giving into Kinn fully. Even if everything was still unplanned or a mess, he didn't care. For once, he was giving himself completely to someone else. He was putting himself into capable hands that he knew would honestly do everything for him. He'd seen it, he'd felt it, and he wanted nothing more than to relish it. Porsche didn't hear the applause around them, only molded himself into Kinn in the hopes the other would never let him go as they fell into the void together.

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