In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

38. Happy fucking valentines ( pt2 )

"Flattering words," Porchay replied smoothly while his tone lighten. "But business and pleasure are two different things, aren’t they?"

You Long Tang chuckled, his eyes gleaming with something sharp and knowing. "That depends. Are they?"
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Porchay coughed, covering his momentary hesitation. He refused to part into something bad. Instead, he shifted the conversation.

"Our shipments to China, Khun Tang, they’re being blocked" he said innocently, picking up the file from the seat beside him and sliding it across the table.

A Feather of muscle spreaded across You Long Tang’s Face. He took the file between two fingers, almost lazily. "Don’t call me Khun" His voice dipped in irritated tone "I’m barely old enough for that."

Porchay gave a small, polite smile. "It’s a sign of respect."

You Long Tang scoffed. "I don’t care for respect. I care for results." He flipped open the file, eyes scanning the contents. "Ah, yes. Your exports through our ports."

Then, Without hesitation, He tore the report in half.

Porchay’s breath hitched. His heart pounded against his ribs as he watched the torn pages flutter to the table, useless.

"What—" Porchay inhaled sharply, keeping his voice even. "What was the point of that?"

You Long Tang met the doe eyes that were searching the answers in his raven irshes any kind of clue or real emotion "To show you how little these papers mean to me"

Silence stretched between them.

Then, a shift.

A slow, reach across the table. Fingers brushing over Porchay’s wrist, rough and possessive, resting against the pulsing vein beneath his skin.

"I’ve heard a lot about you," You Long Tang murmured, his voice dangerously smooth. "About how well you’re protected. About how your Brother doesn’t let anyone near you."

Porchay tensed. His body went rigid at the sudden contact, but he didn’t pull away.

Barely an adult. Not even a real Theerapanyakul.

Yet here he was, in a room with the devil himself.

"I will give your family permission to export. No commission. No interference from our side," You Long Tang said, his thumb grazing Porchay’s wrist lightly before retreating.

Porchay exhaled slowly. "And what exactly do you want in return for all this… generosity?"

You Long Tang leaned back, picking up his glass of whiskey and swirling it idly. "Be my spouse."

Porchay’s breath stilled.

"I marry you," You Long Tang continued, tone smooth as silk. "Those eastern ports become accessible. No more negotiations. No more delays. A simple trade"

Porchay’s fingers curled into his lap beneath the table.

Marriage.

This wasn’t just business anymore.

He forced a laugh, though his chest felt heavier. "You make it sound so romantic."

"I am a romantic" You Long Tang leaned forward removing the table slightly while closing the space between them. "And I always get what I want."

Porchay’s stomach churned, but he kept his face unreadable. "A marriage of convenience?"

"Convenience for you. A pleasure for me."

"And if I refuse?"

You Long Tang’s smirk never faltered. "Then your family’s shipments remain blocked. Theerapanyakuls lose their Chinese trade routes, and let’s just say… I doubt my competitors will be as kind to your family as I am"