VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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Pete's POV

"Tomorrow I'll come over," Vegas told me before giving me another lingering kiss.

"Alright."

He smiled at my response before reluctantly walking away. His demeanor made me smile too, but as soon as he was out of sight, I quickly dashed back to my room, making sure no one saw me.

Because, well, look at my state!

My shirt, my pants, my hair, plus the hickeys and bite marks all over my neck. Anyone who saw me would know.

I just hope Porche isn't in the room.

I quickly took a shower and washed my hair, even singing loudly because I was so happy. My worries had finally eased. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I noticed a note on the table.

'I'm waiting for you with khun Noo.'

Oh crap, since when?

Don't tell me it was since the meeting ended. I grabbed a new suit and rushed to the young master's room. Once I got there, I took a moment to compose myself before knocking on the door.

"Come in." As I entered, I saw the young master Tankhun sitting with his legs crossed, Porche sitting next to him, and Arm and Pol grinning nearby.

"Man, the meeting ended at noon, but I had to wait until evening. I wonder what you were up to," the young master remarked. It was just the afternoon, I argued in my head.

"Can't you tell what he was up to? Look at him, his hair is wet, so he just showered. And those marks on his neck, must be some giant mosquitoes, right?" Porche added with a smirk.

"Yeah, I just realized how many mosquitoes there are in the meeting room," Pol chimed in quickly.

"Or maybe it wasn't mosquitoes. We should check the meeting room's CCTV," Arm said, pretending to get up.

"Arm! Don't you dare! I'm begging you," I rushed to push him back down, and everyone burst out laughing.

"The meeting room, really? Damn," Arm said, handing a thousand-baht bill each to Porche and the young master. Pol did the same.

Argh!

"I told you, that pose wouldn't hide anything," Porche laughed, pocketing the money.

I covered my face with my hands, ready to die of embarrassment.

"Don't cover your face, Pete. It's our time now. Come, sit here," the young master ordered.

Have mercy on me!

He pointed to a seat across from him and Porche, with Arm and Pol sitting on either side.

What did I do wrong to deserve this interrogation?

"Truth or Dare!"

"Young master, be careful with the Dare. Look at the marks on his neck," Porche teased.

Ahhhh!

"I'll make him drink! I want to drink but couldn't without him. Look at us, Pete. We were stressed when you were gone. Couldn't eat, couldn't enjoy our series, didn't go to the bar. We worried about you so much. And now look at you! One child! One husband!"