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FOR THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS

Porsche massaged his aching neck with a sigh of relief. Before his eyes was a reception room full of rich assholes. He wanted to leave this place quickly but couldn't do it for a while. He still had three hours before Tem came to replace him.

The lights were empty, the chandeliers were bright, the men and women dressed in exquisite clothes were laughing and smiling, oblivious to the misery of the world and people like him who had to put up with their shit to get by and make ends meet.

One thing was for sure, not a single soul here was human. They were all disgusting bloodsuckers. Not that he minded, they had the biggest wallets and always left the biggest tips because he was handsome and smelled good.

«Hey Porsche.»

«What ?»

«Have you seen him? He’s been eyeing you like a piece of meat on a butcher’s stall for a while now, I’m sure he’d pay more than fifty thousand baht for a bite.»

Porsche looked up at the balcony to meet a completely crimson gaze. A shiver ran up his spine followed by a feeling of unease.

DANGEROUS.

His instincts screamed at him. He couldn't clearly see who that crimson gaze belonged to, but he knew it was dangerous and he shouldn't get close to it. No matter how much this creature desired the scarlet liquid flowing through his veins.

«No... you know I don't sell my blood.»

He didn't sell his blood to leeches. It was a golden rule he had never broken and never intended to break. No matter how much his friends told him he had gold in his veins or that he would make a lot of money in a specialized house. He wouldn't do that even if he ended up on the street and eating out of trash.

Befriending with bloodsuckers was a bad idea. His friend and roommate Pete had done it once, he had gone to Passion Love, a high-end club catering to equally high-end vampires, since then he seemed to have the death of the soul and often came back with bruises and badly healed bites. Pete seemed completely addicted, Porsche didn't want the same thing to happen to it.

«Yeah, you don't know what you're missing man. I tried it once with an older woman. I don't really know how old she was but she looked like she was in her thirties, she bit me, it's probably the hottest feeling you'll ever have in your life.»

«Never mind.»

Porsche put away some clean glasses he had just cleaned and went to the back room to get some bottles to restock the bar. He nearly had a heart attack and dropped the bottle more expensive than his own life when he saw the man standing at the bar.

It was him.

He didn't let his shock show and put his bottles away on the shelves at the back of the bar. Porsche plastered his most devastating smile on his lips, unbuttoned the first few buttons of his black shirt and turned back to the vampire.

All his instincts told him to back away, to run, to hide but he didn't listen. It was his job to entertain the leeches. He had signed up to be surrounded by these dangerous bloodsuckers. He wouldn't be compensated in case of an accident, the bloodsuckers were above the law. He just had to smile at them and charm them so that they would open their wallets without it going any further.

«What can I get you, sir?»

Porsche tilted his head to the side and admired the specimen under his eyes. He was beautiful, truly beautiful. Not the average vampire he was used to filtering. He was surely the most beautiful vampire he had ever seen.