Become a tyrant fiancé

32. His Troublemaker

"Never in my life have I cared for someone as much as I care for you." Vegas, "Like I said angel, you will be the dead of me."

The conversation gives Pete relief and untie the knot of his negative thought, as they grow closer, their love bloom further and they each understand the deep of one heart. Not everything but close, close to almost everything.

After a tiring 3 months, Pete finally completed all his assignments and caught up with his friend. But tiredness and hard work were worth it, just as he finished, the exam came up. He doesn't need to rush study since the past 3 months have stuffed his brain with the lesson more than enough.

These past months Vegas has been on business trips here and then, Pete was busy with his college but their love was never less than before.

They give time to one another, talk to understand more about one another, keep each other company, and despite the time they were away from each other, they miss one another dearly.

Vegas was busy with his work, being the king of the underworld and a well-known billionaire comes with a great responsibility, while he has uncountable underlings, there are still things he needs to personally attend to.

Pete is a strong-willed and grudge holder, when he loves Vegas so much he never once forget the way the tyrant punished him, those golden chain still feel fresh around his ankle.

This vengeance needs to be revenge, thus he has come up with a hundred ways to exact revenge starting by annoying Vegas.

Pete hated to lose, never once did he defeat, not to anyone but this time he did, to Vegas.

A day after he finishes his exam, Pete wakes up late in the afternoon to stir trouble in the mansion he orders the living hall to the whole new decoration. Starting from the carpet floor to the new set of furniture, not even forgiving a brand-new curtains.

The ceiling light, the television, and the bathroom towels, everything is new to one sight. All the maid and bodyguard were struck speechless but they dared not speak. They know better than to keep their lives.

"Which color are you choosing young master?" one of the curtain worker asks.

"Something light," Pete said while staring at the  color' palate sample in the worker's hands

"This one" Pete points to the turquoise color, he adds, "Maybe a little darker"

"Right away," the worker said politely before he left.  

Pete is scanning the surroundings, it is still a half mess after an entire day. Right then a deep cold tone followed by the footsteps entering the scene, "It must be a tiring day"

The tyrant comes to a stop near Pete and looks at the remaining mess, "Just what are you doing?"

"Can't I? Are you saying I have no right?" Pete snickers in between each word.

Vegas sighed, "I said nothing of the sort."

"Why are you sighing? You trying to say I'm annoying, ain't you?" Pete

"I haven't said anything," Vegas' tone softened, "Why are you being like this?"

"Why can't I be like this?" Pete retorts with a question.

"Why bother doing all these yourself? The housekeeper could handle it just fine." Vegas

Pete's eyes stare at Vegas, "Are you not annoyed at all? I just make a mess of your house!"

"You haven't given up, have you?" Vegas question knowingly.

Pete's eyes widen briefly at the question but then his face turns back to normal. He looks away uttering not a single word.

Just then a pair of arm wraps around his waist intimately as Vegas rest his chin on Pete's shoulder and whisper beside his ears, "If you want revenge angel, try harder."

He kisses his cheek and trails down to his neck, a soft moan escapes from Pete's lips but then a rough hand clamp over his mouth and turn his face sideway.

"Shh" Vegas, "You don't want them all dead after hearing your sweet little voice hmm?"

Realization dawns on him like being splashed by the cold water as his eyes snap open, they were in the living room, the fucking living hall, and what... what did Vegas just do? What did they just do?

'Ahh!' Pete screams internally, his face burning red to his ear from embarrassment as he stares at his surroundings, fortunately, no one is looking.

He elbows Vegas in the stomach as he hisses, "You shameless jerk!"

Just as he finishes a rough hand yanks the nape of his neck and a lips crush onto his. The kiss is aggressive and deep indicating punishment. While Vegas is still sucking Pete's lips, Pete tries to struggle free but Vegas only tightens his grip.

Pete's side eyes his surroundings, maybe he struggles too much, or perhaps he whimper too loud, or maybe it is just a coincidence because the whole room has their attention on them.

Some of the maid turn bright red and the bodyguard is struck speechless as they look at the sight.

Only when he feels that Pete is out of breath does he pull away. Vegas licks his lips as he starts "Language, angel."

Pete pushes him squarely in the chest before fleeing from there. Vegas laughs at the cute reaction, his eyes hold affection but when those same eyes land on the other people it instantly turns cold. He then walks away to his office.

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Wvylla Enterprize OFFICE
The tyrant was sitting in his seat in his white dress shirt and tie, with his sleeve rolled up and glasses hanging atop the bridge of his nose, his eyes fixed on the computer, he looked all the more dashing amidst the dark decoration of the massive office.

The door creaks open, and a tall figure enters with a small wooden tray in his hand. The man's footsteps are inaudible as he comes to rest near the desk and places down a class of hot coffee darker than the room' decoration.

His movement is quiet but then a notification message from his phone 'dings' many times in a row.

Lucas quickly took the phone out of his pocket but to his surprise, it was his boss's phone that flowed with those lots of notification.

As he read, the notification keeps streaming with a ding ding ding...

Vegas gets irritated as he glares at Lucas, "Shut that thing"

"My apology," Lucas bows slightly before silent the phone, "Boss, did you perhaps purchase something?"

"Do I look like I have time for that?" Vegas asks in his usual demeanor, cold tone, and ignorance.

"That is certainly not what I mean but your card has been used to buy a tons lot of things," Lucas said respectfully while handing Vegas the phone.

*721.80$ has been purchased on GUCCI by card 7469 **** **** **** at 3:58 p.m.

*1221.90$ has been purchased on DIOR by card 7469 **** **** **** at 4:00 p.m.

*$333.98 has been purchased on Louis Vuitton by card 7469 **** **** **** at 4:03 p.m.

* $4448 has been purchased on Giorgio Armani by card 7469 **** **** **** at 4:09 p.m.

* $12,080 has been purchased on Ralph Lauren by card 7469 **** **** **** at 4:15 p.m.

*$2.04 million has been purchased on Lange & Sohne by card 7469 **** **** **** at 4:27 p.m.

Vegas' cold eyes instantly turn amused as his mouth curves into a smirk "Look like he got really pissed this time"

Lucas's eyes still fill with horror and surprise, unbelievable by what he has just seen 'Did the young master buy entire stores?'

TO BE CONTINUED...