In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

52. Happy fucking valentines ( pt14 )

You Long stayed.

Korn ordered him"Stay the night. We’ll settle details tomorrow"

A guest suite awaited....lavish, private, too close to Porchay’s room.

Porchay overheard as he fled.

He bolted his door.

His hands trembled as he peeled off his shirt and pants, He almost ripped it off, chucking it onto the laundry basket, and stumbled to the bathroom.

A hot shower might scald away the filth of it all.

Steam clouded the glass as water pounded his skin, burning where You Long’s fingers had gripped him.

Porchay stayed under the spray until his skin reddened, then stepped out, towel snug around his waist, hair dripping.

Without a thought he pushed the bathroom door open and stopped dead.

You Long lounged on his bed, legs crossed, jacket off, sleeves rolled up showing his tattooed arms.

His dark raven eyes lifted from his phoneas a slow smile spreading. "Took your time, darling" he said.

Porchay’s pulse spiked. "What the fuck are you doing here? Get the fuxk out!" He clutched the towel, water pooling at his feet.

You Long tilted his head casually eyeing him up with lust. "Checking on my fiancé. Problem?"

"This is my room," Porchay snapped, stepping back. "You’ve got your own. GET OUT"

"Guest suites are dull" You Long said, rising from the bed. He started to close the gap "This is warm and comes with you all Private"

"Get.the.fuck.out" Porchay said as a lump formed in his throat.

You Long chuckled, stopping close...too close..his cologne filled the proximity.

Porchay almost gagged at the gasy scent. It wasn’t natural, all artifical.

Kim’s scent was always naturally nutty and woody, it was comforting.

"Not very warm to me? We’re family now"

"You’re not family" Porchay shot back, glaring. "Get out"

You Long’s smile sharpened. "Korn disagrees. So do you...‘he’s my husband,’ remember?" He leaned in. "You’re mine, Porchay. My sweet little prize"

Porchay’s back hit the wall, trapped. "I said that for Porsche" he lied, eyes burning. "Not because I want you"

"You’ll learn to," You Long said, brushing wet hair from Porchay’s forehead. "Porchay you are so so pretty like this—clean, pure and flush in pretty pink. Just how I like you"

Porchay slapped his hand away, heart racing. "Don’t touch me. I will scream, Go away"

You Long’s hand hovered, then fell, his grin unfazed. "Please scream as much you like, I want to know who will come? Your Brother? Gaurds or Kim? Korn’s guards answer to me now"

Porchay looked dead into his eyes with paled face "fucking psycho"

"Only about things I care for" He paused, studying him "I care about you:

"Bullshit" Porchay hissed.

He sank back onto the bed, patting the space beside him. "Sit. Let’s talk"

"I’m not sitting" Porchay let's out. "Say it and leave"

You Long sighed, leaning on his hands. "Fine. I’ve been digging, Usual mafia stuff. You know? Phone records. Tracking software. Your cute little student application from university. Even the scholarship records from high school. Must say I am proud of you who always got first unlike me always at the last in studies but who cares. So, Do you understand easy it is to buy information these days? I have Everything about Your past and what makes me curious is your photos with Kimhan third son of Korn Theerapanyakul Not part of the main line, but still blood....it’s fascinating, If I have my information right hmm? Leaving you alone on the pavment of his condominium like..like...Tossed you aside like trash?"