Cruel Intentions - Vegas/ Pete Fan Fiction

Chaos Unfolds

Vegas 

I was irritated, more like I was raging, blood boiling in my veins all because of Pete. He had said 20 days when we were at  Vegas Isle, 20 days for him to finally and officially be mine and all that just went out the window like nothing. Pete had cancelled the entire plan and demanded we move back home where he has kept an annoyingly watchful eye on me, not one move went unnoticed by anyone without Pete already knowing what was up. I understood, I really did, Pete was scared I would fall into the temptation of the drugs again and I couldn't blame him, but it was becoming annoying, worst part was I couldn't even talk to him about it without it turning into an argument. Thats all it was now, arguments and petty fights that had the entire manor shook. All went south the day that snake, Joshua, showed up to the house looking fancy dressed to the nines smiling so brightly at my man as Pete pushed his way through another bot of exercise. I watched as Joshua leaned in for a kiss on the cheek before he turned and left the gym earning him a punch across the face causing Pete to come to his defense accusing me of being out of line. I punched Pete to out of mere frustration telling him I hated him with all my being, something that wasn't true; but Pete had narrowed his eyes to me proceeding to reciprocate with an attack of his own. I thought the issue had been put behind us but no, here we were fighting it out the only way we knew how- it took Shooter and some other guards to separate the fight between us and even more so Pete who had so much rage in his eyes I knew he was just holding back from really killing me. 

"You hate me!" he had said with so much anger, "You should hate me, because I would choose him over you in a heart beat if you keep pushing my limits Vegas. Keep hating me all you want, that's all you ever feel anyway, that's all you know,hate, and I am sick of it!" Everyone stood stunned by his words cutting through me like knives and Joshua who was looking in on the whole thing just shook his head.

"You fucked up Vegas, again, and for what- a misunderstanding. I was saying good bye to Pete. I am leaving tomorrow. My job here is done and therefore no reason for me to stay. Believe it or not, there is a love story back in New York that I need to put an end to." Joshua said taping my shoulder like I was some pitiful being. I had called out to Pete to talk about things but he was already speeding out the gates of The Manor. Three months exactly and not even sight of Pete, He tunes in every once in awhile to the head of the staff to get updates and pesters Shooter to look after me making sure I don't spiral out of control. Three months of not being able to hold him making the nights colder than usual. That was why I was determined to go to him today after work a make him come back. 

"Shooter" I called out fed up with the ache in my chest "You know where Pete is right?" I asked in frustration running my hands through my hair as we both drive off from the office.  I wanted Pete back, my other half, I desperately wanted his warmth, his touch on me at all times. Three months was far too long a punishment for something so petty as a kiss on the cheek. I had thought he would come back and talk to me like he always did in the past but not one word from him, not a phone call, a text- this was worst than the silence during his coma where he slept profoundly, now?, now he was just being mean. 

"Will you bring him back?" Shooter asked looking at me through the rear view mirror in the car, "He needs to come back" I looked at him confused, "With all due respect sir, the house feels empty without him and the staff are always on edge because you are always so gloomy and scary looking." I scolded him but urged him to take me to where my man was determined to drag him back home if needed. 

"Shooter why are we here?" I asked when he pulled up to Pete private garage that seemed to have been reverted back to its original state; the vehicles, including my Rolls Royce, all pristine looking like a shoot out didn't occur a year ago.