VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 22

VEGAS POV

When I typed my daily email to Phongsakorn Saengtham and Valentina the morning after I'd slept with Pete, I still felt a sense of disbelief over what had happened.

We'd fucked. Twice.

I'd taken Pete's virginity and had asked he for exclusivity, how he put it. I wasn't sure what had gotten into me. I'd never cared if any of the men I'd been with had slept with others. Naturally, they'd been married after all. But with Pete? The mere idea that he might be with someone else made me want to kill the person.

Just the thought that he'd be Marco's one day made me want to kill the fucker now.

Part of me considered confessing everything to Phongsakorn Saengtham. Not because I was trying to be noble and come clean with my Capo. I simply hoped he'd decide to cancel Pete's engagement to Marco.

Of course, self-preservation and rationality made me opt for lying. When Pete would marry Marco in a few years, he and I had probably long lost interest in each other. Risking he reputation and my life only because I was obsessed with he now was absolutely idiotic.

I waited in the car for he in front of he fashion school as usual but when he got into the passenger seat this time, our interaction was strained. Usually, he said something provoking and I answered in turn, but this time he only smiled tensely and I couldn't come up with something witty either. Fuck, this was the first time I acted like an idiot around a man after sex.

I started the car, glad for the sound of the engine. We didn't talk the entire car ride. Once back in our apartment, I prepared a strong coffee for us.

Pete cleared he throat. "I don't like this. I want things to return to how they were before we had sex."

For a moment I thought he wanted us to return to not having sex, and I was most definitely not in favor of that.

Pete rolled he eyes. I supposed my expression must have given my feelings away. "Our teasing and banter. I don't want it to become awkward between us just because we're having sex regularly."

"Are we having sex regularly?"

"I hope that'll be the case. Don't you?"

I pulled he against me. "Do you even have to ask?"

he flashed me a grin. "Then everything's settled? We act like we used to but with the added bonus of regular sex?"

"Fine with me," I drawled, slipping my hand up he Jeans and into he boxer. I began fingering he. "Maybe we should define regular," I murmured, enjoying the feeling of Pete becoming slick around my fingers.

"Daily," he said breathlessly.

"Daily," I agreed before I hoisted he up on the table for easier access to he ass.

After a round of sex in the kitchen, we had dinner, before we opted for a second round in the bed.

It was almost nine o'clock when we relaxed beside each other, both sweaty and exhausted from a particularly long and intense session of me taking Pete doggy style.

Pete yawned.

"Tired?"

"I didn't get much sleep last night, did I?"

"I was hoping it would be the same way tonight?"

Pete shook he head with a laugh. "I can't go another round. I'm too tired, and I need to be fit tomorrow. We're getting our first semester assignment in resourceful fashion design. It'll account for a third of our course note."