THE ECLIPSE - The Dangerous Drug of Sex (ENGLISH)

CHAPTER 7

It wasn't the first time that someone said the name of another person while having sex with Porsche since most of those who sought him suffered from heartbreak. From women who cried in their arms for the unrequited love of boys they liked to husbands who touched his body seeking to remember the male lovers of their youth.

It was always the same.

One time a guy even pretended to be with his fucking dead dog while they were having sex, sick, but it happened.

That night that guy put the leash of his deceased pet around his neck, arguing that he never touched the animal but admitting that he had always loved the animal. So that night this guy slept with Porsche and the asshole asked him to bark while he thrust in him.

Because yes, that was what his clients did.

But this time he felt sad hearing Kinn say Tawan's name. Not because he had romantic feelings towards him, because that couldn't be, but because someone good didn't deserve to suffer for a cheating guy.

As he watched him sleep, he couldn't help but feel that this handsome young man really had to be very desperate to request his company. Because, to be honest, most of the people looking for him weren't young or attractive. Someone like Kinn didn't need help finding someone to like.

Porsche just looked at him as he stroked his hair, wondering how wonderful that guy had to be to cause someone like Kinn to fall for him.

He suddenly noticed the clock on the nightstand, it was already five in the morning and it was time to leave. So he carefully got out of bed so as not to wake his client, put on his clothes and carefully left the room.

He walked down the hall and into the elevator, his mind still thinking about ways to help Kinn get out of this terrible heartbreak in the time he had left. Suddenly the doors opened and to his surprise he was met by Key Trayect, Prime Minister, who looked as if he had been hit by a car.

Apparently he had already signed Kinn's contract with his Company? Business? What the hell was his client doing for a living?

Whatever he did, it couldn't be good, since just by seeing the state Trayect was in, it was clear that part of his business consisted of extorting and torturing politicians.

Trayect looked as if someone had dragged him across the floor. His shirt collar was stained with his own blood and he was wearing a piece of cotton on his nose to prevent the bleeding from coming out of it.

"You came from making out with that guy, didn't you?" the bastard told him with a nasty tone. Porsche didn't answer him and just stayed silent, he wasn't going to give the slightest importance to that disgusting guy.

"You can see for yourself that guys like that monster have no scruples...," the man said and suddenly grabbed Porsche's face aggressively, "but at least I see that we have the same taste."

Suddenly he grabbed Porsche by the collar of his jacket and hit him against the back wall of the elevator causing him to hit his head, "If that damn family thinks they can control me with a bastard like you, they're very wrong."

"Let go of me," Porsche told him, trying to get out of his grip, but the bastard began to grope him through his clothes.

"Tell me how much did he pay you to spill that information to him?" he told the call boy as he placed his hands on his body. Porsche wanted to hit him with all his might but he couldn't do it as he was afraid of what would happen if this guy told Yok what he had said the night before.

The confidentiality agreement of the club where he worked would get him into serious legal trouble for opening his mouth. If his boss found out he would have to pay an unimaginable fine.