Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 16 - From hell with love

-Vegas-

My eyes slowly opened as I felt a hand grabbing my shirt tightly.

I turned my head to see Pete, snuggled against my chest, his arm resting on my stomach, his fingers holding the fabric of my shirt strongly.

I gently caressed his cheek and leaned to kiss his forehead. One, two, three times until his knitted brows finally relaxed, his hand letting go of me.

I sighed watching the face of the one I love eventually dived into a now peaceful sleep.

The sun was still down. I barely slept a few hours, tormented by this name I couldn't get out of my head: Tam.

And I'm trying my fucking best to be rational.

The old me would already have plan thirty differents way to find him, catch him, torture him, and eventually kill him.

I slowly sat on the bed, making sure not to waking Pete up, feeling the anger growing in me. I took a deep breath and grabbed my head in my hands, leaning my back on the bedhead.

I tried to think. Something rational. Not the worst-case scenario.

He may be a friend. Just a friend I never heard of who want to see Pete after not seeing him for a while.

Maybe he is from another country. That would explain why he wrote at that time of the night. Different time zone. But...

I was in a coma for four weeks. Pete and I weren't together before that. For almost three months I just watched him from afar. So much can happen in four months. Even more when you feel lonely, scared and lost. As Pete probably must have felt.

And Pete is a very cute man. Even if he doesn't know it. And that's why it's even more dangerous. He is not even capable of noticing when someone is flirting with him.

And, moreover, who the fuck write to someone in the middle of the night unless this guy is comfortable enough to do so? And why does he wants to meet Pete? Who is he to call MY wife "my dear Pete"?! Fuck.

The more I was thinking the more my nails were sinking into my scalp, until I couldn't hold myself back.

I got up from the bed quickly, walking silently towards Pete side and grabbed his phone.

I opened it, but it was locked with a code. Without thinking I tried multiples combination, until I realized my hands were shaking, drops of sweat were forming on my temples and my jaws were so tense that it started to hurt me.

I stopped and, standing still, my gaze unconsciously moved towards Pete sleeping face beside me.

I was so overwhelmed by jealousy that I forgot the most important part: I trust him.

Fuck. I sighed in frustration and put the phone back on the nightstand and quickly exited the bedroom.

Standing in the hallway, I leaned against the wall and tried to gather my thoughts.

What the fuck just happened? I hate being wise! Come on! Where the old Vegas went?! You son of a bitch, do something! I banged my head on the wall, my fists clenched.

No matter how hard I tried to think of this situation, the worse always come in my mind, making me unable to think straight.

I shake my head and quickly walked towards my office, trying to erase the wicked thoughts popping up like fucking popcorn.

And I must focus, because I have another more important matter: Takahara.

I walked in and sat in my office chair, grabbing the pack of cigarettes on the desk. I lit up one, the smoke filling my lungs appeased me a little. I exhaled closing my eyes.