DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

Part 44- So you you jealous?

Kinn's POV

I finally returned to my physical therapy. There was so much drama in the family since Porsche came back. I resumed working on my leg, which had been very weak. Porsche also returned to his physical therapy, along with mental treatment. And I started mental therapy too, after Porsche insisted that I needed it. Even though I felt I didn't, Porsche threatened that if I didn't go, he would stop his therapy and cancel the engagement proposal... Since when do I take orders from him?

"Kinn?" Porsche entered my therapy room.

"Yes," I replied while lifting weights. The physical therapist adjusted my posture to ensure I did it correctly. I noticed Porsche's gaze scanning my therapist from head to toe.

"When are we training? You said you'd teach me boxing today," Porsche said.

"In a few minutes..." I groaned in pain, almost losing my balance, but the therapist caught me.

"Mr. Porsche, I don't think it's a good idea for Mr. Kinn to exert himself. He's still weak," the therapist said.

"I see. How about we go for a walk on the beach?" Porsche suggested another idea.

"Uh..."

"Mr. Porsche, it would be better for Kinn to rest at home," the therapist advised.

"Understood. Want to eat some spicy wings?" Porsche offered.

"Uhmm..."

"Mr. Kinn is taking stomach medication; spicy food could harm him."

Porsche made his classic annoyed face. "I'm talking to Kinn..."

"I understand, but it seems you're unaware of his physical condition," the therapist said.

"Excuse me?" Porsche stepped closer to him.

"I know you've had a tough time, but Mr. Kinn isn't doing well either... If you'd paid more attention, maybe his leg wouldn't have worsened," the therapist added.

Punch!

"Porsche!" I shouted at him.

Without thinking, Porsche punched him. "Who are you to tell me I don't care about my husband?! Do you need a reminder of who you work for?"

The therapist chuckled. "So childish. Are you jealous? If you'd gotten to know me better, you'd see I'm married." The therapist showed them his wedding ring.

"Mr. Kinn, this will be going now..."

"I see. You can leave..." I knew I'd need to offer him a bonus to get him to stay.

"What was that?" I scolded Porsche.

"Did you see how he touched you?!"

"Yes! He's my therapist," I explained.

Porsche remained silent. "Are you seriously jealous?"

"I'm not!" Porsche said.

"Then what was that?" I asked.

"Replace him!" Porsche shouted.

"Why should I? I specifically chose an alpha therapist so you wouldn't get jealous."

"As if there aren't alpha couples!" Porsche argued.

"So you you jealous?" A laugh escaped me. I love seeing jealous Porsche.