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Kinn was grinding his teeth. Every ounce of self-restraint in his body fought against the impulse to take Vegas head and smash in onto the table until it lay there with his brain scattered on the floor. It seemed that Vegas’s only mission today, when he entered the auction, was to piss Kinn of. Every offer Kinn made was upstaged by Vegas with a ridiculous amount of money that the diamonds were not even worth. But that obviously didn’t matter to the man. He appeared that his only goal today was to wreak havoc and let Kinn lose. But if one thing could be said about Kinn was that he absolutely didn’t like to lose.
The only thing that kept Kinn mildly sane was the presence of Porsche right next to him, who kept glancing around, probably checking for potential threats. And as much as Kinn loved that Porsche now seemed to take his job seriously, he would have preferred it a hundred times more if Porsche were looking at him.
They hadn’t had a chance to talk about the kiss on the riverside yet and it grated on Kinn’s nerves, just like Vegas who had now again overbid him. He even had the audacity to raise his glass towards Kinn’s booth as he announced his bid of 35 million. Bastard.
“50 million,” Kinn said, smugly raising his glass in Vegas’s direction. A ridiculous offer really. But it got the intended reaction if Vegas’s angry huff was anything to go by.
A young man slipped into their booth, offering a tray filled with glasses of champagne and water. Kinn got one of the glasses of champagne and threw it back in one go, enjoying the fruity taste as it went down his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Porsche grabbing one of the glasses of water from the tray. Porsche really had begun to take this job seriously if he didn’t even go for one of the fancy champagne glasses. Something in Kinn’s chest began to flutter at that thought and he forcibly crushed that feeling down. What was happening to him? What was it about Porsche that one tiny kiss made him go all mushy? This couldn’t be because of Porsche. Maybe he had a heart problem. He should let that check somebody out. He shook his head and focused back on Vegas, who was smirking at him.
The auctioneer rolled out another item, this time a shiny watch which was betted on smooth black silks. It shone with diamonds around the dial and delicately crafted hands glittering in the artificial light. Kinn turned to his side to tell Porsche that he wanted this watch as compensation for the one that Porsche ‘abstracted’ him when they first met. He just wanted to see Porsche’s laugh again. But when he turned his head, Porsche was nowhere to be found. Instead, Ken had taken his place. Kinn raised one eyebrow and Ken understood immediately.
“Porsche went to the bathroom, sir. He will be back in a few minutes,” the bodyguard said. Well then, nothing to worry there. He was now about to show Vegas just how much money exactly the Theerapanyakuls had. Vegas could shove his smile where the sun never shone if he though he could get his slimy hands on that watch.
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Porsche checked the booth and the surrounding rooms for the millionth time that evening. Something about the whole atmosphere in this establishment set all his nerves on high alert. He couldn’t pinpoint the feeling down exactly, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that they should leave here as soon as possible.
On the other hand, Kinn seemed to enjoy himself, at least when he not outright looked as if he wanted to murder Vegas on the spot. Just in case, Porsche was prepared this time. He knew what needed to be done now if Kinn was in danger or if Kinn tried to murder Vegas for that matter. He had studied the maps this time and knew all about the emergency routes they could take to get out of here and even if it came to a fight, he knew how to properly use his weapon now. He would protect Kinn, no matter what.
Porsche grabbed one of the drinks a waiter had brought earlier and swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. He didn’t know why but it was annoyingly hot in the booth, whether that was because of the air conditioning or Kinn’s presence was debatable.
Kinn looked magnificent tonight. His black hair was expertly styled backwards, with not one strand out of place. His suit was a deep crimson colour and showed the dept of his eyes in a whole different light. When Kinn grabbed the champagne and threw it back, his throat bobbed and one drop of champagne slowly slid down his neck and Porsche wanted nothing more than to jump Kinn on the spot, but his job sadly came first. He forced his gaze back towards surveying the room and occasionally glancing at Kinn, obviously just to make sure his boss was alright.
The air in the room became even hotter and after a few minutes he slightly loosened his tie to let some air to his neck. Sweat was dripping down his back now and nausea was beginning to churn in his stomach. The longer he waited and hoped it would pass, the worse it got, and he knew he needed a bathroom, now. Otherwise, he would barf right at Kinn’s feet and whatever that yesterday had been between them, Porsche thought that Kinn would probably never forgive him if he puked on his dress shoes.
Porsche quickly got up and motioned for Ken to take over his place next to Kinn. He headed for the bathrooms at the end of the hallway with a hand in front of his mouth, his nausea churning more and more in his stomach, his whole body feeling overheated.
At the end of the hallway, he turned left and finally saw the sign for the man’s restroom. Porsche stumbled inside and slammed the door shut behind himself, barely staying upright. Everything was dizzy and his whole body was burning up. He grabbed the sink and pressed his forehead to the cold glass of the mirror in front of him. Then he fumbled for his tie again and pulled it off completely, then tried to open the buttons of his dress-shirt, but his uncoordinated fingers were working against him. He was shaking everywhere.
Slowly, he slid down at the side of the sink, landing on his butt and finally resting his head on the wall next to him. Everything was tilted now and blurry, as if someone had dipped him underwater.
Porsche sat there for what could be minutes or even hours and he felt the world pass him by. Any though that tried to form slipped away from him, and he was so tired, his eyes dropping against his will. He knew it was important to stay awake, but he couldn’t exactly say why.
He lifted his arm and tried to get up again, but his limps were too heavy, and he fell back down with a thud. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom slammed open and Porsche tried to lift his head to see who had entered but his while body felt like lead, his head falling onto his chest and his eyes closing against his will.