What's Wrong With My Bodyguard

Chapter 12 : Doubt

Porsche's POV

I woke up and turned with difficulty. Immediately feeling the pain rushing
through my head as I slowly open my heavy eyes. That bastard Kinn! How
much did he drink last night? Did he even get drunk? He didn't even bulge on his seat for fuck's sake! And as for me.... Sighhh. I don't even wanna think about it.

Leaning both my arms against the bed, I slowly raised myself. My headache continued as if it was being pressed by a hard rock. I removed the blanket that's covering me and—
Wait, blanket? A thick black blanket? a King-sized bed, and also a wide
room—

I scanned the whole room,recollecting the thoughts of last night. I was in
Jade's shop drinking and got home after we partied. When we reached the house, I hurriedly helped Pete and took Kinn inside his room. I wiped him up and— Fuck! Don't tell me I'm in that bastard's room again?!
I glanced around the room but I couldn't see any signs of Kinn. I roamed my eyes further until it collided with a family picture. It was Khun Korn together with his sons. I couldn't believe my eyes, why the fuck am I here again!?

My headache suddenly disappeared when I realized what happened as a new set of flash backs came in. I remembered last night that I felt good, so good as if I'm on cloud nine. My breath was warm and my lips were so moist as the
person in front of me made his way to them. I was about to drown with
pleasure but then I realized... It was Kinn!

I WAS KISSED BY KINN!

Even if I was drunk, I remembered everything that happened in this room. And I remembered HIM on TOP of me. I made my way out of the bed, but a pungent scent caught my attention. I looked down at the side of the floor and immediately pulled up my feet.

There's a puke smothered all over the floor and what's worse, I knew right
away that it's mine. After I vomited last night, I black out. But the point is, Kinn kissed me. Why on earth did he do THAT!? What the hell is he
thinking? or maybe he was just messing up with me that's why he did what he did? That must be it!

I walked to the other side of the bed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock, I still have an hour left before that little ding dong call for me. This scene really reminds me of the day I slept on the sofa. Same moment and same feeling.

I stood up placing my palms on my waist, when suddenly the glass door
opened. I immediately crouched down as the sound of the door caught my ear. It revealed Kinn holding his phone, wrapped with the couch cover and turned his gaze towards me. His face was calm as ever, not even a trace of anger on them. He only looked at me raising an eyebrow and I stared back at him.

"Why didn't you wake me up? Where did you sleep?"
I asked calmly. I felt a sudden guilt when I realized that he slept on the sofa while my ass stayed comfortably on his bed.

"Wipe your puke before you go."
He replied. His eyes are glued to his phone again.

"Of course! You don't have to tell me." I murmured to myself and walked back to the room. I grabbed some tissues and crouched down to wipe my mess.

The sudden rush of disgust washed over me as the mixture of alcohol and the scent of vomit hit my face. I'm just so glad that I didn't remove my clothes like the last time because if I did, I don't know if I'll be able to face Kinn again.

I took a damp cloth and gave the floor a second wipe to remove any residue.

After wiping the floor, I removed the sheets of Kinn's bed and dragged them out to wash them, but Kinn stopped me.

"You can leave them. The house lady will come and pick them up later."

Kinn said, leaning against the door frame while his arms rested along his chest.