Cruel Intentions - Vegas/ Pete Fan Fiction

Side Story- Joshua/ Donovan - Intro to Book 1 of Sector 7 Mafia

Forgot to mention this is unedited .... I am sorry lolz
Helllo, Hello Hello.... Here is a side story to my Vegas/Pete FF... I have changed the names of Vegas and Pete due to this being an original piece. I am sure you all may have guessed it, but I have started to write Sector 7 Mafia Romance series. 7 young adults, 7 heart wrenching stories, 7 hearts looking for their other half. Same cliche you see in almost every mafia rom in out there, but I like it so I write it anyway. I have yet to name Joshua/Donovans books as this is just a sneak peak. I am currently working on Chapter 14 on Cruel Intentions - Vegas/Pete FF lmao its a wedding chapter and it required specific emotions that I don't share lolz so I am doing research on it. Like how the hell to write a wedding scene without sound so insipidly boring. Anyhow enough of my rant... I share this with you all hoping you like it.. It is for now a side story to my FF while you all wait for ch 14  Life with You.

Joshua 

If there was anything I hated more than death it had to be saying goodbye. I closed off the video call with Thailands youngest investor with a sense of dread. The past year and half had been the best ,the most normal I had ever experience. I had truly enjoyed my time playing white knight to my Thai Prince but as it happens I had to face reality and come back home to face the demons I had tried so hard to ignore during my time in Thailand. I scoffed at the thought of coming back to New York knowing said demon would be there. 

I arrived at La Guardia early morning, already the cool breeze of Fall giving hint of the upcoming winter. I made my way towards my guards who greeted me with such seriousness it made me feel sour, at least in Thailand Peters guards always did a small bow of their head when I entered the building. I sighed, I hate it here, and I had just arrived. 

"To the Penthouse Marco. " I instructed closing my eyes trying to keep my thoughts together. My Thai friends would have already boarded their plane to Texas for their big day, I sighed, how I wish I could have been there to see it. As it always is with me, I rather not make anyone uncomfortable, highly doubt I would be missed anyway, and I wasn't about to challenge Peter future husband, the dude was a psycho and gave me the creeps. I nodded agreeing that my life was worth being selfish about and pulled out my American cell phone, the one I had purposely kept off this whole time and got surprised by the overwhelming pings of notifications coming in. I groaned in frustration, over 500 texts messages were sent from him and I couldn't avoid the rapid beating in my chest or the sudden upbeat of my breaths. Why had he even bothered to try and reach me when he was the one who caused me so much pain? I didn't get it. I opened the chat labeled Do Not Answer and let out yet another groaned as a whole lot of nothing was there. Far to many" I am sorry", far too many "You have to understand me. I could have lost everything" blah blah blah. Three years of relationship kept in the dark because He was too much of a coward to come out the closet, and I was to much of coward to leave because I had truly been in love, all that waste of time down the drain and for what exactly. A seat at the European Syndicate? I was angry all over again half way tempted to tell my guards to turn the damn car around and fly off to another adventure but I knew I couldn't do that; Itzel needed my help here in New York with X'Chel Entertainment as she was busy with an eco friendly project in Texas. 

I didn't even wait for the car to come to a complete stop at the garage of my building opening the door and practically having to jump out as the car rolled. My guards cursing as I walked away  in a hurry into the elevator that would take me to my home. I tapped my fingers on the hand railing silently cursing the elevator for being so slow eager to get to my house and call Itzel for updates. What I didn't expect though was the man I had cursed on the way from the airport to be sitting in my living room looking like a runway model about to go after its first kill.

"Donovan? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked coming to an abrupt stop knocking off the lamp on the side table. He was upset, his ocean blue eyes narrowed down to slitz and his scowl so freaking tight I am sure there would be a dent on his forehead later. His right leg was now crossed over the other with his right foot resting on his left knee and his left fingers tapping on the arm rest rhythmically while his head leaned onto his right hand. There were signs of a 5 clock shadow on his face and puffy eye lids from lack of sleep but that didn't stop the menacing glare given to me from being any more scary. "Don" I called out to him, my chest rapidly rising and falling trying to calm the irregularity of my heart as I thought of a way to calm the beast.