VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 13

VEGAS POV

I couldn’t sleep, so I settled on the balcony despite the cold.

Tomorrow Valentina would fly back home and leave me alone with Pete. The last few days in Paris and even before that, in the weeks leading up to our trip, Pete had kept he distance and been civilly polite. I didn’t trust her sudden reserve.

The moment Valentina was gone, Pete would attack. I could practically smell he eagerness to push my buttons.

The floorboards groaned under quiet steps. I was surprised when Valentina settled on the chair beside me, wrapped in a thick woolen coat and still shivering.

“I see you can’t sleep either,” she said pleasantly, but I didn’t miss the underlying tension. She had come out with a purpose in mind. “Before I’m returning home tomorrow, I’d like to have a word with you.”

I leaned back with a sardonic smile. “Your husband already gave me a very impressive warning before we left for Paris.”

“I’m sure he did, but I’m also sure that Saengtham, as most fathers, doesn’t notice the little details like mothers do.”

I waited expectantly. I doubted Pete shared any of he excessive flirting or blackmailing with he mother. Pete was too clever for that and even if he trusted he mother, he wouldn’t risk Paris for that.

“Ten years become less and less relevant over time. Pete is of age. That’s a fact that definitely will have changed things, not just in he mind but also in yours.”

“Being of age isn’t the main deterrence in our world. Pete is my Capo’s son, that’s what really matters.”

“Maybe. But you’re also far from home and Pete knows this is he shot at freedom. You’re the easiest option for he.”

Ouch. That was one way to look at it, and probably not far from the truth. Pete wanted fun without the risk of losing he good boy reputation. With me, he wouldn’t have to worry about word getting out. I’d chew my own dick off before spreading the news that I was banging he. “I have to say, I’m surprised you’re so invested in making sure Pete doesn’t enjoy herself too much in Paris. I thought you were one of the strongest supporters of allowing boys to not be Bachelor until their wedding.”

“You misunderstand me. I’m concerned for Pete’s safety. I don’t mind if he meets a boy he age and experiences the same things Marco does as long as I know he’s safe. But I don’t want he to start anything with you. I know Pete has had a crush on you when he was younger. I’m not sure about the current state of things because he’s become better at masking he emotions, but like I said, you’re a safe and easy option for he. I don’t want you to take he up on any advances.”

So some random French guy was good enough? But I wasn’t? What the fuck?

As if Valentina could read my thoughts, she continued unfazed. “Any boy he meets here, will be forgotten once he’s back in Bangkok, but you’ll be around and that’s a catastrophe about to happen. I want your word that you won’t touch Pete and that you’ll let me know if he tries anything so I can either send he a new bodyguard or bring he back home.”

I sighed. “I promise.”

Pete wasn’t the only good liar because deep down I knew I wouldn’t give Valentina that call no matter what happened.

Valentina disappeared in the security check area and Pete turned to me with a serene smile that set my alarm bells off.

“Don’t try anything, or I’ll call your father even if it costs me my job.”

he smiled in that innocent way that didn’t fool me anymore. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The fuck he didn’t. This boy had trouble written all over he. When he settled on the passenger seat in our rental car, I half expected he to try something as I drove us home, but he surprised me by glancing out the window almost contemplatively.

Maybe he had finally accepted that we couldn’t happen. It was a little disconcerting that I didn’t feel the elation that I should.

“We should consider giving back the car and renting a Vespa instead. We could weave through traffic and not get stuck in it,” he said when we’d been crawling through Parisian traffic for almost an hour.

I followed he gaze toward a mint-colored Vespa. The guy driving the thing wore a matching helmet and tight pants that accentuated long lean legs that would make most people's jealous. “I’m not metrosexual enough for that.”

Pete rolled he eyes. “Being manly isn’t linked to what vehicle you drive. It’s a practical choice.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“You’d be surprised how much fun you could have doing the unexpected.”

PETE POV

Part of me was sad when Mom left Paris seven days after our arrival, but she was needed back in Bangkok. But the other part was eager to finally experience the city on my own terms and be alone with Vegas.

He’d probably have preferred if my mom had stayed. He knew all bets would be off once we were alone, and he was worried. For good reason. His control was slipping, and I’d make sure to crash through it like a wrecking ball.

But first I wanted to enjoy Paris on my own terms, really soak everything in. For the first time in my life, I was so far away from home without my parents, without the pressure of being a Capo’s son resting on my shoulders. Vegas knew my flaws. He certainly didn’t expect me to act like the good boy everyone expected me to be—he knew I wasn’t. I could be good, but sometimes I just wanted to be bad, to enjoy life more than I should, to do all the things I wasn’t supposed to do. One of them was of course Vegas, but Paris first.

“Let’s go out tonight. Fancy dinner, then drinks and a club afterward. I want to celebrate,” I said the moment we stepped into our apartment.

Vegas’s expression didn’t exude excitement. If he realized how sexy the grim set of his jaw made him, he’d probably try to smile more often around me.

“Come on,” I said with a grin. “You’ve had to be on your best behavior while my mom was here, don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy a night out.”

“You’re overlooking something. I’ll have to watch you.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’ll have fun.”

Vegas heaved a sigh but then he nodded. To be honest, I’d expected more resistance from him. Either he was glad to be out in public with me or he really needed a bit of a break. No matter the reason, I was super excited. I pushed to my tiptoes and threw my arms around Vegas’s neck. “Thank you! I promise I’ll behave!”

It felt good to be so close to him, especially as he didn’t immediately try to push me off. When he grew tense, I pulled back.

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