Creating Memories

Chapter Eight

A/N: Apologies for the delay in sharing the next part of this story, but here's a fresh chapter for all of you. By the way, Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope you're having a great day. Also, a big happy birthday shoutout to Wichapas Sumettikul! Enjoy reader, my lovely readers!

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At the rooftop restaurant overlooked the sprawling city of Bangkok, Tay sat at a corner table, fidgeting with the edge of his napkin, glancing anxiously at the entrance. This was the place Vegas had chosen for their lunch, a reservation made by someone Tay once considered his.

As he waited, Tay couldn't shake off the nagging thought that perhaps Vegas had moved on, seeking solace in the company of someone else—specifically, Pete. The idea gnawed at Tay, even though he was the one who had ended things with Vegas. But feelings, Tay mused, weren't always as logical as they should be.

A sudden stir caught Tay's attention, and he looked up to see Vegas entering the restaurant. He looked impeccable, as always, but there was an unfamiliar glint in his eye, a happiness that Tay hadn't witnessed in a long time. Vegas was dressed casually, in a t-shirt, leather jacket, and black pants, reminiscent of their early days together.

Tay stood up as Vegas approached, exchanging a pat on the shoulder and a warm greeting. Vegas took a seat across from Tay, and the waiter appeared, ready to take their orders. After the waiter left, Tay mustered the courage to bring up the subject that had been haunting him—Pete.

"So, how was Phuket?" Tay asked, attempting to sound casual.

Vegas shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "Not bad. We closed the deal with Khun Roy, despite a few hiccups."

Tay nods, "And Pete was there because of the transaction with Khun Roy?"

Vegas nods, "Yes, he's there along with Kinn's secret team. Just making sure everything went smoothly and ensuring my safety."

Tay felt a wave of relief but he couldn't help but probe further. "I noticed you and Pete seemed... friendly."

Vegas chuckled. "We are. His kids helped with that. They're adorable."

Tay, trying to mask his discomfort, retorted sarcastically, "Really?"

Vegas nodded. "Yeah. Pete and I managed to be civil, and moved past our history. Just like you and I did."

This revelation stirred a mix of emotions in Tay. "Right. Like you and I."

Vegas leaned back, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Is everything okay, Tay?"

Tay nods, "Yes, why?"

"I don't know. It seems like there's something you're hiding from me." Vegas caused, "Did I upset you or something? Are we okay?"

Tay smiled, a bit forced. "Of course, we are."

But Vegas, perceptive as ever, saw through Tay's facade. "Something bothering you, Tay?"

Caught off guard, Tay stammered, "I'm fine, really. Maybe it's just my work. It's kinda hectic lately," he nonchalantly said. 

Vegas leaned in, sincere concern etched on his face. "If there's something, talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Tay hesitated but eventually nodded. "Yeah, sure. Don't worry. I'm fine."

As their food arrived, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, like Vegas's nephew, Rome. Tay felt a mix of relief and nervousness, unsure of how to navigate the uncharted waters of Vegas' evolving life. The idea of Vegas moving on was unsettling, and though Tay tried to convince himself otherwise, the nagging doubt lingered in the back of his mind.