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Everyone knows that gambling is restricted in Thailand. And Porsche, taking the job in a small local casino, knew it could get him into trouble, but he needed money. And money, legal money, doesn’t need him.
The thing Porsche didn’t expect, was that his troubles would be more romantic than dangerous. Everything went like in a stupid fairytale. Porsche is behind the game table, this man is on the opposite side. Porsche has been working as a croupier for half a year already. He has seen rich men, but this person makes the highest bets ever.
Every time he increases his bets, he looks right into Porsche’s eyes. And it’s the gaze of a hunter. Not the hunter for money, though. Porsche has a feeling that he is prey today. And somehow, he likes this feeling.
Managing the game requires a bit of a flirting tone with a player. Porsche’s done it dozens of times. He’s getting used to it. But this man speaking in a low, dangerous voice makes him want it to be a real flirt.
“Wish me luck, honey. I need it,” he almost whispers. And Porsche is not sure that luck is all this man needs because he obviously has a lot of money and is not afraid to lose it.
“Wish you all the luck,” Porsche says with a polite smile. Something savage sparkles in the man’s eyes, but Porsche tries not to think much of it. He’s just a croupier, he assists the players — that’s all.
But several hours later, he’s in the bathroom with the man’s dick in his ass. How did it happen? Porsche has no idea. This man is just hot, and this man’s name is Kinn. Kinn Theerapanyakul, the boss of the mafia, for fuck’s sake.
“I think it worked,” Kinn whispers in his ear.
“Worked what?”
“I was pretty lucky, you know. I got you.”
Porsche laughs and gasps because Kinn reaches a very sensitive spot.
“It seems we both were lucky,” Porsche says and kisses him eagerly.