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Cherry looked out at the glittering mass of hollow chattering people clinking glasses and smiled as he took a sip of overpriced champagne. A lot of people weren’t suited to work as an escort, but Cherry found it suited him down to the ground.
He loved the glitz and glamour, the absolute backstabbing drama that surrounded these vapid and ruthless people. He knew a lot of escorts that got caught up in all the infighting and social mire, and forgot a key rule.
All these people were trash and none of it mattered.
Maybe they all had more money than God, and some of them could have him killed as easy as breathing, but this is just a job to him and he could walk away from it without question. They, on the other hand, were stuck in this endless vacuum, trapped by rule after rule of etiquette and pressed in on all sides by social and filial pressure.
Speaking of, he should probably locate his client of the evening. Khun Tul was one of his newer clients of the year, and Cherry was still in the process of solidifying their agreement. He didn’t want to give a bad impression to someone he hoped could turn into a long standing client.
He kept a select list, although he’d had to expand it in the last year to recoup his earnings from the loss of Khun Kinn.
Cherry was still a bit sour over that. Khun Kinn had been his major client for three years until he’d cut his appointments with all the boys on his books.
Marsh had always been so coy about what he knew regarding Khun Kinn’s sudden disappearance from the agency’s registry, and neither Cherry or Wick had gotten a peep out of him. Even Prem’s biggest puppy eyes hadn’t cracked him.
But he knew Marsh knew something; that boy was Khun Kinn’s longest standing escort, and he had been entirely too nonchalant about his biggest and most generous client just cutting them off.
Cherry suspected Porsche had been involved; Marsh had a soft spot for him since he joined. Just because Porsche was a terrible escort didn’t mean people had to coddle him.
Cherry had heard of the fighting rings Porsche had been a part of before his escort days, he wasn’t some sort of lost cat that needed head scratches and a good home. Cherry knew if escorting had pulled in even slightly less than punching a bunch of sweaty thugs had for Porsche, he would have dropped it instantly.
As he scanned the crowd for his date, trying to spot the singular man in a tailored tux he wanted in a sea of equally rich men with equally tailored tuxes, his thoughts pulled back to Porsche.
He blamed Porsche for the loss of Khun Kinn; he just knew, somehow, he was at fault.
That conversation they’d had just before Khun Kinn had officially struck himself off the registry for their escort agency raised so many flags.
Porsche must have overstepped and caused Khun Kinn to pull his patronage for a more refined agency that didn’t let loose blundering cannons like Porsche represent them. All that talk about sleeping over at Khun Kinn’s, showering together, kissing! It must have pushed Khun Kinn’s boundaries to breaking and he’d cut them all off in retaliation.
The loss of such a stable, and profitable, client was a blow to Cherry’s career. Thankfully it seemed to tank Porsche’s as well, as he quit the agency shortly after as well.
If only he had before he had ruined Khun Kinn for them all.
A tall man in an exquisitely fitted suit caught his eye as he scanned the bar. He was leaning against the bartop, his back to Cherry, but something about the sliver of face he could catch was so familiar to him.
The man turned towards to barman to gesture for something, maybe a specific spirit, and Cherry finally recognised those plush lips and dark eyes.
The devil himself, Porsche. Cherry scowled. He had the foreboding feeling that Porsche would somehow fuck up his new gig tonight just like he fucked up the one with Khun Kinn.
He needed to get rid of him, or at least find out why he was here and steer Khun Tul (when he found him) to the furthest point away from the disaster that was Porsche.
He strode up to where Porsche was lounging like a cat (like a massive prick) across half the bar, and caught sight of what Porsche was wearing.
It was entirely divine and sinful, and beyond Porsche’s usual paltry attempts at fashion. Porsche was decked mostly in an all black suit, even the barely buttoned shirt monochrome; the italian cut fitting Porsche’s broad shoulders and long legs well.
But it was the corset that made Cherry take a pause. Matching black with the suit, with detailed black embroidery that brocaded the boning and created intricate ridges to the bodice. Cherry knew Porsche had a small waist for such a tall man, it was one of his only assets, but the corset was cinched to the gods, and even Cherry with his dainty hands fancied he could wrap both around Porsche’s waist no problem.
It was definitely too good for the likes of Porsche, even if it did fit the man incredibly well. But most importantly, it was something Cherry did not think Porsche would ever think of wearing.
Porsche must have kept escorting freelance after he quit their agency. A risky move considering if he’d taken a client P’Chaem would consider that poaching. She never tolerated employees who thought they could cut her out of a deal.
“And here I thought I’d seen the last of you.” Cherry announced himself sourly, causing Porsche to look from where he’d been staring off into the distance. He smiled in a cocky fashion, not even deigning to pull himself up properly to greet him.
“Nong Cherry, long time no see! Still as bright and happy as ever.”
Cherry scrunched his face up at Porsche’s childish grin before remembering he was in public and working, and composing himself.
“What are you doing here? I thought you’d quit escorting and gone back to punching low-class idiots in the face for money.”
Porsche smiled wider at this and ducked his chin. “Ah, quit? Yes. The punching? Not so much.”
Cherry’s eyes narrowed. “You’re lucky I don’t punch you for the Khun Kinn debacle.”
Porsche’s grin went slightly crooked with embarrassment.
“Ah did Marsh tell you then? Makes it easier I suppose.” Porsche sighed and looked up for a moment before focusing back on Cherry.
“Look I’m sorry you lost Kinn as a client, but I really can’t say I regret it, you know?”
“Of course you don’t regret it, you’re a human wrecking ball and don’t care a whit about other people. And Marsh didn’t tell me a thing that secretive mare, I just know that it was your fault because it so obviously was!”
Porsche pouted. “Hey, I do care. Just because we never got along doesn’t mean I didn’t care.”
A light thud caught their attention as the bartender placed two drinks on the bartop and left to serve a waiting guest.
Cherry eyed the drinks. Two.
“And here I’d thought you’d given up working the circuit. How did you manage to find a client that wasn’t totally repulsed by your manners enough to take you out like this?”
Porsche stuck his tongue out, proving Cherry’s very valid point of his repulsive manners.
“Aish, you haven’t changed a bit have you? The most career driven escort this side of the mountains. Anyway, I did resign from being an escort, I’m not here to cut in on your work. I’m here purely as a plus one.”
Cherry was about to find out exactly the kind of nouveau riche himbo that would think Porsche made a good fit anywhere classy, when he finally spotted Khun Tul weaving his way towards him and switched into work-mode.
“Khun Tul, I was looking for you!” Cherry smiled winsomely as Khun Tul reached them and handed Cherry a full champagne glass.
“Did your conversation with Senator Phlakornkun prove fruitful?” he added softly. He wanted to seem invested in the man’s success while not spreading his business in loud conversation with others.
This was the sort of soft-sell of himself that meant he was living in supreme comfort with a solid client list to pick from, and Porsche had resigned because his only client had ghosted the whole agency.
“I hope so, though the fruit may yet spoil. Another ‘chance meeting’ may clinch it, especially if I have such a lovely companion with me.”
Khun Tul was smooth, but Cherry saw the writing on the wall from a mile away.
It was sad to have to drop such an important client, but being brought along as a party favour or gift was a hard limit for him. Shame, Khun Tul was generous with his gifts.
But Cherry hadn’t lasted so long in this business by disregarding his rules for a couple of diamond earrings and a nice scarf. Even Hermès only goes so far with him.
Even while striking him from his list, Cherry smiled appreciatively and curled a slim hand around Khun Tul’s bicep. Best to leave it on a sweet note.
“Introduce me to your friend Cherry, a co-worker perhaps?”
Another strike against Khun Tul.
You’d think he would have more decorum than to express interest in engaging Porsche in front of Cherry, to Cherry.
Porsche seemed to pick up on what Khun Tul was implying as well as his smile became entirely devoid of the affability Cherry knew.
“Former co-worker. Could never really compete with Cherry though, such a gem isn’t he?”
Khun Tul smiled, the seductive edge to his features not dropping even in the face of Porsche’s cutting remark.
“Oh of course, Cherry is a real treasure, such a lovely boy.”
Khun Tul was really pulling out all the stops to make Cherry regret ever engaging with him. The slight inflection on the last word was soft but spoke volumes; Cherry was a boy.
And the looks Khun Tul was giving to Porsche’s waist and arse, he was more focused on how much of a man Porsche was.
Real humiliation fluttered through Cherry now; a client being audacious with another escort was hardly unheard of, but to be compared and found wanting in plain conversation was a horse of a different colour.
But he was a professional. Even as he fought not to throw the full glass of champagne at Khun Tul, maybe jab him with the glass a bit, he outwardly showed nothing and merely played at simpering, seemingly thankful for the compliment hiding a crude come-on.
“Right. Well it’s been wonderful seeing you Cherry, but I have to find my plus one as well.”
Porsche twisted to pick up the drinks sitting idle on the bar, but almost dropped them in shock as Khun Tul took audacity to a new level by placing the palm of his hand neatly in the cinched divot of his waist.
“Oh but we’ve hardly had a chance to get properly acquainted! Surely your date can spare you for a few more minutes? I know Cherry would just love to catch up with an old friend, wouldn’t you dear?”
Cherry was about to try and at least get Porsche free of what was devolving into a very tasteless evening indeed, when a pale hand smoothly gripped Khun Tul’s wrist and twisted sharply.
Cherry felt Khun Tul tense through the pain, and heard the sharp whistling inhale as he gasped, fighting not to actively cry out.
The pale hand let go and replaced Khun Tul’s, before sliding around and pulling Porsche’s waist tight.
Cherry’s eyes widened and he felt the champagne glass slip a little in his grip.
He hadn’t seen Khun Kinn since he had dropped them all those months ago, as most of his clients didn’t often mix in the exact same circles as the Theerapanyakuns. He looked divine, even better than when Cherry had last seen him.
He was in a pearl white suit with a black shirt, the tailoring emphasising how broad and thick he was, the white fabric bringing out a similar pearlescent sheen in his skin.
Khun Kinn turned to Porsche and leaned in, skimming his nose up his jaw and murmuring softly into his ear.
“Khun Kinn!” Khun Tul’s shiny veneer of confidence seemed to finally have a crack in it, the smile not so easy and broad as it had been moments before. “How wonderful of you to join us; Porsche was just mentioning his date.”
Khun Tul seemed to regain his ease the longer he spoke. “I take it he is your companion for this evening? You’ve certainly chosen a lovely date, Khun Kinn. He and Cherry were just catching up.”
Khun Kinn hadn’t looked away from Porsche even for a second while Khun Tul spoke, thanking Porsche softly as the man reached over again and handed him his drink, hand kept firmly around Porsche.
After taking an elegant sip he finally turned to where Khun Tul was standing.
“Khun Tul.”
The man cheerfully tipped his glass a little.
Cherry could barely comprehend why Khun Kinn and Porsche were together here tonight.
Without thinking he blurted, “You’re here with Khun Kinn P’Porsche?”
Khun Kinn was the client Porsche poached?! The damned rat, acting so clueless when the rest of them were in the dark, wondering why Khun Kinn had suddenly stopped engaging them, when he had orchestrated the whole thing to get Khun Kinn as his exclusive client!
Even Cherry wasn’t devious enough to undercut his co-workers like this. That whole earnest charm really was a snake oil pitch.
Khun Kinn blinked as he registered Cherry’s presence.
“Cherry. Nice to see you.”
Cherry coloured slightly at the extremely aloof greeting from one of his longest clients.
Porsche reached up and batted the back of Khun Kinn’s head.
“Aish Kinn, why are you acting like you’re meeting a goddamn stranger, it’s Cherry. God you’re so weird.”
Cherry choked a little. Maybe Prem was right and Porsche had a magic arse, because there was no way he was trying to get away with disrespecting Khun Kinn in public like that.
Served him right if he got turned out, the traitor.
Khun Kinn just tugged Porsche closer to him and grinned winningly, head tilted in teasing manner.
“I uh, I didn’t know it was Khun Porsche we were speaking with. Cherry dear, why didn’t you mention?” The last few words were said lower and pointedly in Cherry’s ear.
Cherry frowned as he looked at Khun Tul. Khun Porsche?
“I wasn’t aware introductions were necessary Khun Tul, my apologies.”
Cherry was less focused on placating Khun Tul as he was on figuring out why exactly a high-flying business mogul like Khun Tul was addressing Porsche as Khun.
Khun Tul tucked him closer, laughing jovially. The tense arm curling around his waist in a similar manner to Khun Kinn and Porsche was significantly more honest about how upset Khun Tul was.
“Apologies Khun Kinn, if I had known we were detaining your spouse I would have discouraged Cherry from so much chatter.”
Cherry was suddenly glad of the arm round him, even if it was Khun Tul’s. Spouse.
Spouse.
Ratty jeans wearing, knock-off converse toting, I don’t see the point in skincare it's all a scam, Porsche. Khun Kinn’s spouse.
He couldn’t believe it. Was this what Marsh knew? How? How could this have happened?
Well, the expensive corset at least made more sense now, Cherry thought slightly hysterically. Khun Kinn had more money than God.
His spouse. It just kept ringing in Cherry’s ears.
Porsche didn’t poach Khun Kinn, Khun Kinn poached Porsche! And wifed him up!
Khun Kinn reached over and put his drink back on the bar, still slightly filled. He caught Porsche’s free hand on the way back and lifted it up to his lips, pressing them slightly and caressing them with his thumb.
Cherry had been Khun Kinn’s client for a couple of years, had been fucked over quite a few surfaces and in many different positions by the man in front of him. Yet he’d never felt even a speck of the intimacy Khun Kinn had just displayed in that small movement.
Porsche rolled his eyes as he smiled. Cherry noted with another caught breath that the hand Khun Kinn had kissed had a gold signet ring: stamped with the Theerapankayun crest.
Khun Tul was right to be afraid if Khun Kinn had given Porsche the sheer power and weight that came with a Theerapanyakun ring.
Khun Kinn finally turned to where Khun Tul stood, smile slipping more and more as the silence pressed on, the surrounding chatter floating over their little bubble.
Khun Kinn smiled.
“If your hand, or any other part of you even skims Porsche again, I will have you erased from this earth.”
Khun Tul’s cheerful smile was replaced with a sickly unease. Cherry felt similarly. He had never seen Khun Kinn look so serious, and he was unfortunately still physically linked with the man that was the focus of Khun Kinn’s inexplicable ire.
“Of-Of course Khun Kinn. Entirely our fault, please accept our deepest apologies.”
Khun Tul bowed, the arm wrapped around Cherry forcing him to do the same.
“Please, excuse us. We’ve taken up enough of your time.”
With another obsequious bow, Khun Tul snapped around, dragging Cherry with him as the beelined for the edge of the crowd and skirted along the room to the nearest deserted looking corridor.
Cherry cleared his throat lightly and tapped Khun Tul’s hand in a gentle reminder he had yet to let go of him, but barely held back a squeak as instead the hand gripped tighter and he was whirled around and held firmly against the wall.
“What the hell was all that! How dare you entrap me in such a massive blunder, do you even KNOW what happened to the last brainless fool that dared to try anything with Khun Porsche?! People say half of the foundations of the new Theerapanyakun hotels in the last year are actually propped up by him and the lackeys that had fallen in with him!”
Cherry winced as Khun Tul’s fingers dug into his upper arms. This night had started so well. He was getting very tired of being pulled about, and now slammed into things. Khun Tul wasn’t particularly fearsome, but the unease spreading through Cherry heightened at the almost unhinged look on his face.
“Khun Tul, I assure you! I had no idea P’Porsche was even still seeing Khun Kinn, let alone that they were..married.”
It was almost impossible to get out. Cherry still had lingering resentment over what had happened with Khun Kinn, even if apparently it was the backdrop of a whirlwind romance.
Falling for a client? So very gauche, so basic, so filled with tawdry melodrama. So very typical Porsche.
Cherry attempted soothing pats to Khun Tul’s chest, the man’s breathing coming way too fast for his liking. He wasn’t calming down.
“How could you not know?! Their surprise marriage was a total scandal, people went mad for any detail of them! One of the most eligible men in all of Thai high society marries an absolute nobody and for all accounts is ridiculously besotted with him, it was everywhere!”
Khun Tul leaned his face in close, eyes narrowed in spite. “And you’re telling me you, YOU, someone who apparently knows them, had no idea!”
He practically slammed Cherry back against the wall, and Cherry grimaced as he felt the slight bruises developing on his soft skin. This was rapidly spiralling into an unpleasant situation, one he wasn’t very used to.
He always avoided the rougher clients, even when they paid well. Or at least he thought he did.
Khun Tul snorted to himself, “God, all that gossip and twittering about their devotion and romance, and all along Khun Kinn just fell for one of his little whores. How fucking tawdry.”
Cherry scowled internally. Only he could call Porsche tawdry.
“Tawdry, are we?”
Cherry hissed as Khun Tul’s nails dug into his flesh in surprise.
“Khun Tul!” He whimpered slightly, almost entirely sincere in the pathetic tone that came out. He really didn’t like dealing with violent situations.
Both he and Khun Tul stared as Khun Kinn and Porsche stopped a few steps away from them, looking entirely too at ease considering the tension ratcheting up the scene.
“Please Khun Tul, you had just finished calling our relationship tawdry. I’m interested to hear your other thoughts on my being just one of Kinn’s ‘little whores’.” Porsche smiled sharply, arms crossed as Khun Kinn slid a hand around his waist, seemingly without thinking.
Khun Tul gulped. “Khun Porsche..that is…ah Khun Kinn, I would never-”
“You’re fucking speaking to me right now Khun Tul.” Porsche spoke cuttingly.
Khun Kinn leaned in and whispered something into Porsche’s ear, slightly caressing his earlobe with his lips before deciding his desired resting place was Porsche’s neck.
Cherry had never seen Khun Kinn so…affectionate. Even behind closed doors the most you could have even described Khun Kinn as was passionate, and it was a self-centred hedonistic passion that had little to do with the person he was engaged with as it did chasing his own pleasure and exerting control.
Thankfully Khun Tul had removed his hands, turning fully towards the two men and leaving Cherry to sink gratefully into the cool wall and slide gently away from his definitely former client.
He was blacklisting him as soon as he got back to the agency.
“Khun Porsche, please understand! I misspoke, I would never, I mean to say that I was..upset with Cherry for misleading me in regards to who you were. If I had known that you were Khun Kinn’s, I would absolutely, never have-”
“Felt me up? Implied you would prefer my services to Cherry, in front of Cherry? Called me a tawdry whore?” Porsche spoke softly.
Cherry had no idea Porsche could have this kind of presence, the easy malevolence sliding off him.
“I, well that is, I would never have taken any such liberty with Khun Kinn’s husband, this is all just such a grave misunderstanding!” Khun Tul seemed slightly more frantic now.
Porsche raised an eyebrow.
“Khun Kinn’s, Khun Kinn’s. This is the problem with you rich cunts, you all assume that I’m some sort of accessory. I’m Kinn’s doting husband, his smiling partner, his ‘little whore’.”
He laughed. “I may be his little whore, but you forget one of the most important vows of marriage.”
Porsche turned and stared lovingly at Khun Kinn. “What’s mine is his. And what’s his is mine.”
Cherry’s eyes remained fixated as Porsche stroked a finger down Khun Kinn’s face, the man himself entirely complacent and looking entirely uninterested in anything that wasn’t Porsche.
“This is mine.” A tanned hand slid down to a stylish lapel and tugged at it.
“This is mine.” He then reached down and fully cupped Kinn’s crotch firmly in his hand squeezing softly and holding it.
“This is mine.”
Cherry felt gone out, the wall his only means of staying upright. Khun Tul was soundlessly garbling breaths, completely blindsided by what was happening.
Cherry couldn’t breathe fully in the charged air that surrounded their little party. He couldn’t take his eyes away from where Porsche cupped Khun Kinn, fingers sure in their grip, so blatant and casually possessive, and a little unbelievably erotic.
Finally after a few beats, Porsche moved his hand away and up to Khun Kinn’s chest, placing it over his heart.
“Most importantly this is mine. This man is entirely mine. So the point being, that I’m sure you’re probably scrambling to reach with whatever sludge of cells you call a brain, is that I’m currently undecided on how to kill you, but I will use what is mine to exact it entirely how I want to.”
Khun Tul seemed to gather that nothing was really going to save him, considering Porsche wanted him dead and Khun Kinn looked like he would oblige Porsche anything as soon as it entered his head.
Khun Tul’s previously frozen tremulous form now chose flight, and he legged it down the corridor. Cherry was almost impressed by his speed. For a man who spent his time at soirees and fundraisers in between long meetings and mergers, he made good time.
Cherry soothed over his arms where Khun Tul had left little crescents, thankful that at least he was gone.
A dark broad hand smoothed softly over his shoulder and Porsche’s concerned face hovered into view, looking more like the affably cheerful nitwit he was used to.
“Cherry, did you want me to call a car? I don’t know if Marsh or P’Chaem will still be at the agency at this hour, but we could get you home.”
Cherry looked up through sudden tears. He hadn’t felt that scared when Khun Tul had been shaking him, but now it was over the sudden rush of emotion bewildered him.
He felt if he spoke it would come out as wobbly as he felt, so he just nodded.
He barely felt Porsche pulling him away from the wall, or Khun Kinn draping him in his tux jacket. He felt more relaxed as he smelled Khun Kinn’s usual cologne, an elegant mix of amber and lotus that was familiar and soothing.
He heard various soft orders, probably to Khun Kinn’s many bodyguards he thought dimly, and focused vaguely on the changing floor in front of him, from carpet to polished stone, to street pavement.
He felt firm and reassuring hands guide him into a car, and the light thunk of the door closing roused him back to reality a little.
He almost expected to be in the car alone, and to muster up the will to speak and give his address, but the presence of two other bodies in the car allowed him to sink back into the seat and drift again.
After either a few minutes or significantly longer, he realised he was weakly stroking at Porsche’s hand on his lap, playing with the long fingers. He blushed but something about it felt soothing, and he couldn’t find it in himself to stop.
He turned his face a little and eyed Porsche, who had been softly talking with Khun Kinn, but shifted his attention towards Cherry.
“He’s yours huh?”
Porsche turned a deep red surprisingly quickly for a man who’d been slinging death threats around like air.
Cherry made an aborted giggle, slightly too cried out and hiccupy to be anything really joyous.
“You really were in such a dramatic mood tonight baby.” Khun Kinn teased.
Porsche slapped at him with his free hand. “Oh quiet, like you weren’t the same. ‘I’ll have you erased from this earth’ you’re such a little diva.”
Cherry felt himself relaxing as Khun Kinn and Porsche made little jabs at each other, softened with sly little kisses or touches.
Cherry didn’t realise he’d fallen asleep until the sudden cutting of the engine woke him. To continue with the theme of embarrassing things, he’d fallen asleep on Porsche’s shoulder.
Coughing lightly to try and hide his warming cheeks, he focused himself and turned to the other men in the car.
“Thank you Porsche, Khun Kinn. It really was too much to personally take me home. I apologise that my client behaved like that.”
Never let it be said that Cherry wasn’t a goddamned professional. He felt slightly more composed, right up until Porsche pinched his cheeks like he was three years old.
“P’Porsche you!” Cherry screeched as he batted Porsche’s hands away and rubbed at his cheeks, feeling a lot like a lost child in front of his ex-coworker and ex-client.
“Don’t be stupid Cherry.” Porsche said, a stupidly earnest look back on his face. “Of course we wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Khun Kinn nodded, taking Porsche’s hand in agreement.
Cherry felt an unexpected warmth. They looked like a pair, in the warm yellow light of the car interior. Slotted together so neatly.
He smiled. “So married, hmm?”
Khun Kinn grinned at Porsche, looking entirely unlike the serious and detached man he had known for years previous.
“I couldn’t get him to that white thread around him fast enough.”
Cherry grinned at Porsche’s flustered looking face, before a niggling unpleasant thought made it into his head.
“Ah. About Khun Tul; are you really, I mean…”
Porsche snorted. “He’s not worth bumping off. If I let Kinn have his way, everyone who even looked at me wrong would be missing a hand, but I usually go with a little financial ruin and let bygones be bygones.”
Cherry didn’t know if Khun Tul would rather lose a hand than any of his precious assets.
He finally let go of Porsche’s hand, aware that he needed to leave before he got nervy again and couldn’t leave the car. Once he was back in his flat, with his alarm on and a good scotch he would feel braver and more tempered.
He opened the car door, slid out and turned. He gave a proper bow and wai, surprising Porsche who had leaned out to say goodbye.
“Thank you, P’Porsche.” He said softly.
Porsche shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Worry about all the motherhenning Marsh is going to do once he finds out! He’ll be clucking round you for weeks!”
Cherry never thought he’d find reassurance in one of Porsche’s blinding grins, but the sheer vitality leaking from the man even at 2am made Cherry feel grounded.
The world would always be turning, and Porsche Pachara would always be smiling.
Cherry made his way up to his flat and thought about how fully Porsche had leant into Khun Kinn throughout the night, and all the little touches that had occurred in the car ride over, that he’d been awake for anyway.
Maybe the romance of a client and escort falling for each other was basic and tawdry. But who knows, maybe in a couple of years Cherry could stand to try for a little something basic and tawdry.
It seemed to work out pretty well for Porsche.