Me After You (Completed)

Chapter 8: Stranger and Colpo di Fulmine

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I hope you will like my second story, also about Vegas and Pete, I've just added Prologue: Devil Doesn't Bargain

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PETE:

~~words written as this are in english~~

I woke up surrounded by the warmth of Vegas. His hand was under my head, I pressed my face against his chest and I threw one of my legs over his hips. I felt pain in the area around my chest, but the familiar smell was soothing my nerves. I struggled to free myself from his arms and stood up, not wanting to wake him. I glanced quickly at the clock which made me realize that it was almost lunchtime. I slept long and hard, but finally felt the strength slowly returning to me.

I gently rubbed my skin with a damp towel, then slipped on one of the Vegas shirts. I was as hungry as a wolf and didn't care what other people thought about my outfit. I carefully left the room, trying not to make unnecessary noise, and slowly dragged myself down the stairs. I greeted the bodyguards passing by, smiling to new people every now and then, and quickly answered questions about my health. When I finally stood in front of the kitchen door, I felt a delicious scent coming from the room. I almost drooled, so I stepped inside with a smile on my face.

- Mrs. Luna, are you back already? - I said aloud, as the cook hired by Vegas was an elderly woman and she often had hearing problems.

I looked towards the table, expecting a lively, chubby lady, but there was an unfamiliar man with pale, honey-colored eyes, now partially covered by glasses falling over his nose, an olive complexion and curly dark hair. The stranger was not wearing a T-shirt, he was only in black sweatpants. Man was fit, well-muscled, and his left hand was tattooed with a wolf howling at the moon.

- Good morning - said a low voice, and I was still standing at the door, not understanding what was happening right now.

Something gurgled and the man quickly got up and walked over to the stove.

- Hope you don't mind me stealing your kitchen for a minute? - he said, stirring something in the pot.

I admit that I was not sure what he was saying. Vegas used to use all sorts of English phrases before, but recently he only spoke Thai and my learning of foreign languages ​​has stopped at a fairly low level. But I understood the word "steal" and wondered if this guy was telling me that he was stealing from us.

The foreigner turned off the stove, then leaned against the cupboards and focused on me, especially my bare legs, and blinked. I felt myself flush and he reached out to me and started talking again.

- Hello, darling - I shuddered, not fond of others using such phrases in my direction. Apart from Vegas, of course. - You must be the angel Vegas told me about.

He had a strange accent that I must have heard before. I think it's Italian. I rubbed my eyes just in case, fearing that I might be hallucinating, but his hand was still extended towards me. I heard my stomach rumble, so I gave him my hand quickly, and he gripped it strongly, not letting me to pull away. He kissed my fingers and gave me another smile.