Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 21

Kinn wasn't a clubgoer. You wouldn't find him drinking or hitting the dance floor at some random clubs. He was a 'quiet' type of person, meaning that if he was looking for someone to sleep with, he already had a list and all he had to do was a simple call. Kinn was always like that.

So, seeing him in a club was actually unheard of.

Especially he was at the club at the same time as Vegas, which was even more impossible.

Him and his worst luck. He couldn't even blame Porsche for being careless enough for Kinn to find him in the crowd.

In any case, Vegas decided to leave the glass window and poured himself a drink this time then sat back with his legs folded on the sofa. People like Porsche could not possibly have access to enter this club. It was only a matter of time for Kinn to walk into the room knowing that it was Vegas who had brought Porsche.

And he definitely knew Vegas was up to no good.

"Don't forget Phi Khun is here." Pete warned him as he sat down.

Vegas smiled childishly, "I know."

"Got any plans?"

"Hmm..." his eyes swept over the wine bottle in front of him and then grinned, "Make him drunk?"

Pete sighed, "As if Kinn would want to drink with you."

"I never expected him to show up." Vegas reasoned, "I just hope he thinks we came here to have fun."

But of course his life was never easy. It didn't take long for Kinn to find him. He only needed to ask Tom, who also couldn't hide anything from the owner's brother to find out which room Vegas was hiding in. After Tom took Kinn to the sapphire room, he retreated mumbling apologies to Vegas. Porsche followed after and gave Kinn a nasty look.

"What are you planning?" Kinn asked rudely, his hands on his hips as he stood in front of Vegas with Porsche behind him making a guilty face.

"What do you mean?" Vegas asked back, trying his best to act confusedly.

Kinn snorted, clearly not buying his acting then turned to the man beside him, "Pete?"

Pete pointed to the half-eaten glasses of wine and snacks in front of them, "We are enjoying our weekend."

Kinn let out a tired sigh, "How do you explain the behavior of your butler sneaking around the VVIP table where Tawan was sitting?"

Vegas glanced slightly at the Porsche. He thought Kinn was too good but apparently Porsche was too bad for the job.

"I told you I don't do things like that!" Porsche responded, "You're weird! Shouldn't you be in the crowd, why are you hiding behind a booth?"

"Why were you there in the first place?" Kinn asked Porsche.

"Because everything was too loud." Porsche curled his lips, "I had a headache so I rested my head behind the booth, I didn't even know Tawan was there."

"Like I would believe that kind of bullshit." Kinn snorted.

"It's not my problem that you have nasty trust issues, asshole." Porsche talked back.

Kinn glared at Porsche and stepped closer to him, as if he was challenging him, "That's called being smart, prick."

"Kinn, watch your mouth." Pete suddenly interjected, "Porsche may be our butler, but he's my friend first."

Porsche's face became smug as he looked at Kinn as if he had already won.

Vegas sighed, he really didn't have time for this, "Porsche, get out of the room for a moment."