Reversed

VP 06 (Again)

Pete's POV.

"You badly want me out of your life, Vegas? " I called him by his name, tired of addressing him formally.

"You dared push me away? "

I suppressed my sobs by biting my lips as I nodded my head.

I breathed out and looked at him. A jolt of sudden determination formed in me, "Alright then, let me show you what I'm capable of.  I won't give up, Vegas. I tell you, I won't. "

Vegas massaged his temple, "Stop it Pete, "

He pointed his index finger on my shoulder, slightly pushing it twice as if warning me to stay away.

He looked at me for the last time, "Stop it. " he then proceeded on walking away.

No, Vegas. You are the one who should stop resisting me. Giving up is out of my choice when I chose you. So, you better be ready because I won't limit myself from the things that I will do for you.  You only forgot about us, but I will make sure that you won't lose the thing you confessed to me. You love me, don't you? It's inside you, deeply buried. But wait for me, I'll dig it up for the both of us.

If being able to be with you until you remember me means bringing you food everyday, following you on your appointments with anyone, calling your phone to try if you'll pick it up, text you with good morning up to good night, approaching you and tries to make even the stupidest conversation, and help you with your business' paper works, then I am more than willing to do it all and be the dumbest hopeless lover of yours.

"Porsche, can you just send me the whole files of your findings? I cannot fucking take someone's presence anymore. "

Vegas closed his laptop and tilted his head towards my direction. I innocently looked away, fidgeting my fingers on top of the table.

What did I do this time? I am four tables away from them. I am not even doing anything. I just sat here, watching my man's every move and admiring how his usual formal attire suits his dangerous yet beautiful face features.

They've decided to go here at the Minogray's coffee shop, rented the whole place for them to peacefully have their meeting.

I still share half of the shop's rights so they couldn't shoo me away on my own place.

Although they are secretly having a meeting, I've always found my way and intrudes myself everytime. Of course, I'm still giving them space. I am not even listening to their conversation,  as much as I wanted to, I stopped myself. It is enough that I am aware that they are working on something unrelated to any romantic connection.

Porsche sighed and eyed me also. I puffed my cheeks and mouthed 'what? '

He shook his head. He looks so done, but I careless. He stood up and wear his coat, "Update me if there's a movement on their side. We needed to be two steps ahead. "

I curiously watched them as they gather all the papers and documents on their table. What do they even mean?

"Ai Pete, easy there. You're such a paranoid nuisance. "  Porsche patted my shoulder before he walked passed me, he waved his good bye and proceeded towards the glass door.

I unconsciously pouted my lips and averted my gaze until it landed on Vegas.

He's giving me an irritated look, like what he usually does. I even managed to memorize his actions whenever he sees me; he will scowl at me, will sigh after a few seconds, and finally divert his eyes some where and murmur things I couldn't comprehend.

"Aren't you tired of tailing me? It's been weeks, Pete. Fucking weeks of stalking me. "

The disbelief in his voice were overflowing. He took his car keys and laptop. Walking out of the shop, annoyed.