CHAPTER 10
Pete POV
Damn it! Because of that bastard Vegas, I woke up very late. He had said that he would let me sleep last night and yet he kept going as if he craved every inch of me! As soon as he had finished, I bolted to the bathroom. And yet all he did was get up and follow me, continuing to have his way, leaving no part of my body untouched. Shit!!
After I let out a sigh of frustration, I hear...
"You know... As each day passes, you are becoming more alluring..." Vegas said softly.
Alluring, my ass! I close my eyes. I had acted like Khun to perfection... so why is he treating me like a lady? I really hate this bastard... I need him to hate me. Does he really think I'm attractive? Perhaps I need to be as harsh and blunt as Porsche? Wait a minute! That won't work because he likes Porsche... So that's too risky, not a good option at all.
"Are you still hungry?" Vegas asks as he went about his paperwork as usual. While I was laying with my head hanging over the sofa like I usually do. There are so many things going around in my mind that I don't even know where to begin.
What do I do against a crazy person such as Vegas? Perhaps I am the one turning into a crazy person! I need to do something even more outrageous than I had done previously.
"No, I am not feeling hungry... Have you eaten already?" I remain calm, as I try to hold back a laugh, because I was answering him in my local southern dialect.
"What did you just say?" Vegas asked as he stopped what he was doing and looked over in my direction.
"I said I wasn't hungry quite yet. Have you already eaten?" I said with a smile as if I wasn't acting weird.
"Wait! What did you just stay?" Vegas said as he narrowed his eyes in my direction.
"This is my hometown dialect. A dumb person like you wouldn't be able to understand... you moron!" I taunt Vegas again in my dialect. The very fact that I could swear and hurl insults at him; talking like I did back in my hometown in the south; without him knowing what I was saying made me feel better. In fact... It really lifted my spirits! Wow!
"Did you just curse at me?"
"No, not at all."
"Pfft! I know you are cursing at me."
"You're right. You have no idea what I am saying because you should die. You may be a fully grown man, but you're such a dumb man!"
Hahaha, this is so much fun!
"Argh! Listening to you is giving me such a headache!" Vegas exclaimed in frustration before storming out of the room. I turned my head and watched his receding back before I burst into a fit of laughter. Hahahaha. I had given him a headache.
It won't take long, and you'll lose your patience trying to tolerate this... hehe.
Vegas seems very stressed out today. I don't know if it is from his workload or from having to listen to me speak in a southern dialect. We ate our meals together but because he has so much work to do he didn't pay me much mind. Which was fine. Perhaps this is what I should do going forward. Even if he does lose his temper, it will be worth it...
Vegas had came back to the room so late, that I'd fallen asleep before he had arrived. I had had a quiet day, lazing around and having fun. I have no idea if Vegas was even considering pushing me out of his life...
But he must be close...right?
The next day I went about my day as normal, asking him things he would know. He replied in short sentences, to some of my questions, because he was very busy.
