A Book Called Desire

Vegas's Household And Its Many Problems (1)

Surprisingly, Vegas is a man of routine activity. Before Pete, he gets up at 5 AM, gets his exercise/mock battle routine done, cleans his guns, takes a bath, has breakfast, drives Macau to school, gets some work done, goes home at 6 PM, has some time alone, takes a bath again (blood is nasty), has dinner, spent time with Macau, has some time alone again before going to bed.

After Pete, that routine changes a lot and sometimes becomes so sporadically chaotic that he doesn't know what he gets himself into. Pete, because he spends a lot of time under the influence of Tankhun, is a free-spirit creature. He never has a timetable that he wants, needs, to abide by. 

Nope. Pete does things when he wants it, where he wants it, how he wants it. He sometimes doesn't have a reason for it. He just does it.

For example, Vegas usually has dinner at 7 PM. But with Pete, they can have dinner at 9 PM for all Pete cares because the dish Pete is cooking has to be slow-cooked and Pete doesn't want to hear, "Baby, it's fine. It has been two hours already."

"Shut up, V. The recipe that my grandmother gave said 4 hours, so I'm cooking it for 4 hours!"

Or, another example, this morning Pete wears very short workout pants. If Pete wants to wear in the swimming pool or does something that doesn't make that short short pants riled up to a dangerous level, Vegas is ok with it. But no. Pete wants to do Muay Thai in it.

Fucking Muay Thai with fucking bunch of sweaty men for fucking hours.

If looks could kill, Vegas has a house cleaning to do.

"Babe, don't you think that's a little... too short?" says Vegas in English. Pete wants to polish his English, so they usually have this English convo around the house, Macau included.

Pete rolls his eyes. "Oh, please. It's nothing they haven't seen before." They begin to walk to the family dining room. The minor family house doesn't have a formal dining room for family members now. Pete changed it when he arrived here. Their family dining room is attached to the kitchen to create more warmth.

"Well, they rolled up to ...," Vegas fixes one of the legs that roll into the end of Pete's white and pink ass, "there."

"They also have asses and dicks, V. Nothing new!"

"Yeah, but not my ass and dick!"

"Oh, please... None of those men there lick it, suck it, bite it, and bruise it the way you do. This," he waves his whole body, "is only for you!"

"Well, if you put it that way ..."

"Yeah, I put it that way!" there is a sharp annoyed tone there that gets Vegas to stop his whining.

"What's the matter?" he asks in full alert. "Is there something bothering you?"

Pete shakes his head. "It's just Khun Noo."

Vegas sighs. "Now what?" Now he is annoyed too.

"He wants us to be color-coordinated for the upcoming Governor's charity ball."

Vegas is now looking at Pete with slightly squinted eyes. "You know that you have a weird taste in friends, don't you?"

"He's my boss."

"Former boss."

Pete rolls his eyes again. Vegas pinches his ass cheek. "Fine, former boss who loves me dearly like I am one of his long-lost sons," he pauses, because Vegas asks, "Who is the other one?"

"Porchay," he takes a breather as Vegas nods his approval, "And my taste in friends is not weird."

Vegas hikes his brows. "Porsche?"

"What do you mean Porsche? He is so very normal that is why you had a thing for him before us."

"He loves Kinn. Anyone who can love that workaholic son of an asshole is bound to be weird. And ...," he pauses, "I only pursued him to make Kinn pissed."

"Oh please... I'm not blind! That guy is so gorgeous even I had a thing for him back then."

"You were what?" Vegas is shouting now.

"Wow, wow," another sound is heard from outside the kitchen. Macau's head peeks up. "What do people have to do to have a decent lunch without watching lovers quarrel here?"

"Shut up, Cau!" both Pete and Vegas shout. Macau gives a surrender gesture.

Pete sighs. "What do you want to eat, baby?" he asks Macau with a much calmer tone.

"What do we have for dinner?"

"Beef shin curry and Chiang Mai pork lab."

"Can we go with hamburger for lunch?"

"Sure. Just call whatever restaurant you want and send the bill to your hia."

Vegas hikes one of his brows. "You know that I give him 25,000 Bath per week, right?"

"But you're the head of our family, right? You're the provider, a successful one. Macau's money is a pea bean compared to yours."

Vegas makes an upside-down smile. "If you put it that way, ok."

Pete turns around before rolling his eyes. He knows where to stroke to make the cat purrs.

"After this, we need to go to the boutique again," Pete informs. He gulps a bottle of water after that.

"What for?" Macau asks, not raising his head from his phone.

"For the color-coordinated suits."

"Am I going to pay for that too?" Vegas is a bit annoyed. They already bought suits for this occasion.

"Fine, I'll pay," Pete says. His eyes don't hold that gentle gaze anymore. "You stingy mother fucker."

Macau looks at his brother with a glint that definitely says 'Just give up or you'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom for the rest of the week'.

Vegas sighs his defeat in secret. "Of course, you can't do that, Baby. I'm the main provider in the house, a successful one too. You can even buy the whole damn store for all I care." He kisses Pete's lips before walking out of the kitchen.

Yep. Vegas's life definitely has changed.