I Trusted You ~ VegasPete

Chapter 1

PETE POV:

The day started off as normal, it was a beautiful sunny day, the sun shone into my eyes as I woke myself up.

"Good morning love"

My head lay on Vegas' chest as he played with my long brown hair.

"Good morning V"

I wrapped my arms around his waist as we lay in a peaceful silence.

"What would you like to do today?"

I gave him a confused look.

"But I have work"

"It's Saturday love"

We both laughed as I held him tighter.

"Mhm, what about the park?"

"But we did that last week"

He complained, I just rolled my eyes.

"Come on"

I got up out of the warm bed, stretching my legs and arms.

"If you aren't ready by the time I'm done then I'll leave without you"

I warned while getting my towel and walking into the bathroom.

"Yh yh"

I faintly heard him reply, I chuckled to myself, it's moments like these I find myself falling more in love with him.

After a hot shower, I went back into the bedroom rubbing my wet hair with a towel. I changed into my shorts and shirt.

"Are you ready?"

I heard Vegas call from downstairs.

"I just need to dry my hair"

"Alright!"

I took the hair dryer and quickly blew my hair dry.

"I'm ready, I'm ready"

I called, running downstairs with my shoes on.

"Let's go!"

I linked my arm with his as we left the house with our Saint Bernard puppy Buddy.

The sky was a beautiful light blue, not a single cloud covering it.

I suddenly heard a phone buzzing, at first I thought it was mine but then I saw it was Vegas'.

"Sorry, work, gotta take it"

He walked away, I sat on the grass next to the lake with Buddy. Vegas was always cagey with his job and never told me anything.

I'd wake up some mornings and he'd be gone, only a note in his place.

Although, I thought nothing of it until he wouldn't show up until 3am some mornings with no explanation.

"Hey, I have to go"

He planted a kiss on my forehead and began to walk away.

"What the hell!?"

I mumbled, irritated.

"Aish. I'll just call Porsche."

I took my phone from my pocket and dialed his number.

"Hey Pete!"

His voice was cheery.

"Hey Porsche"

"What's up? You sound sad"

"Vegas just blew me off for work, again"

"Asshole. Have you found out what he does?"

"He won't tell me"

"Mhm, odd. Where are you?"

"The park"

"Alright, I'll be at yours in 10 minutes"

"Okay, bye"

I stood up ending the call.

"Come on Bud"

I grabbed his leash and we walked home admiring the beautiful cherry blossom trees.

Porsche was at my front door.

"Hey"

I opened the door and took Buddy off his leash. I took my shoes off and went into the kitchen, Porsche following behind.

"You seriously need to do something about Vegas"

Porsche said sitting at the marble island.

"I know but I don't know what"

He paused, putting his hand on his chin.

"What if you looked through his stuff?"

"I can't do that, that's an invasion of privacy"

"He doesn't have to know"

I sighed, pondering the idea.

"Come on! We might find something and it'll give you at least a little peace of mind!"

"Fine"

We went into our room.

"Where do we start?"

"His wardrobe"

Porsche said and flung open the doors to the walk in wardrobe. We sat on the floor and went through the boxes one by one.

After half an hour we couldn't find anything, only old pictures and clothes.

"Uh Pete"

"Mhm?"

I turned around, Porsches face looked horrified.

"What's the matter?"

"L..Look"

He pointed to the space under the floorboard he lifted. I slowly looked in the space, my eyes widened.

"Oh my god..."