Call me Daddy

Meeting

(Disclaimer: this chapter contains scenes of sexual harassment. Readers discretion is advised.)

Pete's POV

*Still wanna meet up...Petey?* the message read.

I moved a bit so that Vegas couldn't see my text messages.

*Only is you erase the video from your phone and where ever else you saved it.* I sent back.

*Sure.* She replied.

*How can I trust you?* I asked.

*Petey You know I always keep my word. Don't you remember.... from experience.* She replied

The last part sent a shiver down my spine.

*Tell me the time and place.* I sent while clenching my jaw.

*10 @Yok's Bar* She replied and went offline.

"Pete what are you doing, being all secretive?" Vegas asks with a pouty face. I looked up from my phone screen and made eye contact with Vegas.

"N-nothing, I was just chatting with Porsche." I lied.

"Let's go to bed." He groans and yawns.

His sleepy face looked hella cute.

"Hmm, let's go." I said and he followed me to bed.

--Next Day--

I'm at Yok's bar looking for Shakira through the crowds of dunks dancing to slow jazz. I spotted her and walked over to her.

"Hey Petey, would you like a drink?" She asked as soon as I sat opposite her.

"Get to the point." I spat.

"I want Vegas." She said.

"Vegas is not something to want, he is not an object." I stated.

"Does he love you?" She asked.

"Obviously." I said in a "duh" tone.

"Did he say it?" She interrogates.

"Loving someone is not only about saying you love them." I state.

"If he doesn't say it how will you know?" She asks.

"I know he does. He takes care of me, he is protective of me, he compliments me and much more." I respond.

"Oh Petey Sweet, innocent Petey." She says in amusement while straightening up her back.

"When we were together, didn't I complement you? Wasn't I protective of you? Didn't I take care of you?" She scoffs.

"Your point being?" I ask in annoyance.

"Didn't I do all that to get something from you, no to you use?" She chuckles.

"You and Vegas are different." I state as I clenched my fists.

"As far as I know, you are nothing to him. Your just a toy that he will get tired of." Shakira arrogantly said.

"If you called me here to tell me sh*t, then I'll take my leave." I said trying to suppress my emotions.

"Wait, there's this though." She says while waving her phone.

I looked at it and saw the thing I've been trying to keep hidden for three years. The thing that haunted me ever since Shakira appeared.