VegasPete: NEVER NOT YOURS

TWENTY THIRD • Never Not Yours

LAS ANCHALI'S POV

I just received a text message from Papa. He told me to go home right now so I did.

I was riding the motorbike and I can't move forward because of the traffic. It took me some time before I can finally drive at peace.

When I got home, Papa greeted me with a long folder. I scanned it and looked at him dumbfounded.

"Your brother saw that and jumped into conclusions without analyzing anything." said Papa.

It is our birth certificate that was swapped when we were a child. I closed the folder and took out a cigarette and lit it.

Papa sat in front of me and just stared at me, "Now Vegas, what are you going to do with your brother, how are you going to explain this?"

"Do I have to explain it? He is old, he already knows the word understanding and acceptance."

Even explaining, it's still assigned to me?

I gave everything to him, even though he slowly consumed me and my life, I couldn't do anything because I was the older brother.

I remember when Las and I were still on good terms.

The first time I met Pete, he was a freshman and I am his senior. He's so cute while begging me to write my signature on his little notebook. I told him that when I graduate, I should be his boyfriend and he promised.

I told Las that I liked a guy but he threatened me. Said he would show to the guy I like that I always bring a girl home. If it wasn't for Pa's business, I would never ever date a girl!

The moment I mustered up the courage to approach Pete, was the time when Las was hospitalized. Week after, he woke up and chose violence, telling me he likes someone from art majors named Pete. I don't know if he was teasing me or what he said was just true.

Years passed and I only looked at Pete in the distance. I always follow him wherever he goes. Even the first time he and Las met, I witnessed it all. Using my motorbike, Las took Pete for a ride until they reached the house.

That was the first time my heart broke.

While I was leaning against the wall of the room, I could hear Pete's screams and moans, "Ugh.. Vegas.."

Something that would have made me happy because he was moaning my name, but I couldn't.

That night ended and the next day we bumped into each other at the university. I want to be angry because Pete's body still has traces of what happened that night.

The first time I got close to him, his face screams beauty and I was amazed by what I was seeing. I've waited so long for this to happen that I feel like hugging him but, "Anchali."

I heard that voice.

The first time I saw Las defiling him in a place where there were so many people, my blood suddenly warmed up but my respect for Pete's feelings prevailed. I waited for them to finish before I was able to approach him.

"I wish I was him. Is he good? Is he your boyfriend?"

"Watch your mouth and keep that cum until it reached my pretty ass if you're lucky just like your brother, Las?"

Those words opened my eyes to the fact that I shouldn't let Pete end up with someone else because he's so appreciative to the point that even though he is being treated like that, he just goes along with it.

I can't think of any other way to get him.

Another night, I was able to enter Las' room and see information that I wish I hadn't seen. Pete has been wanted for a long time and now the Mafia is looking for him? I took that single piece of information and left the rest in Las' room.

There I made a plan to get what I wanted, which I didn't know would be the beginning for us to be close. Even if we started in the wrong way, I don't expect him to give back the same feeling of making love.

And that was the best thing that happened in my life.

About the video, I really recorded it for a souvenir. Call me a jerk but that's the only thing I'm holding on to that Las just made me erased.

I'm happy to be with Pete even though he knows me as Las. I embraced my personality hidden behind the name Las Anchali Theerapanyakul.

If Pete would be happier with Vegas, which is the real Las, I would be fine.

I really hope so.
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