VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 23[🔞+]

PETE POV

Now that Vegas and I had stipulated certain rules I felt much better. Of course, no one knew better than me that it was one thing to have rules and another to follow them.

Yet, I was willing to take the risk because being with Vegas felt too good to give it up. And not just in the physical sense, though that was absolutely mind-blowing. I still got goose bumps and a pleasant tingling between my legs when I thought of our sex life in the last few weeks. The one time Maurice had tried to contact me, I’d told him that I was no longer on the market. Being with Vegas was more than fulfilling. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else at this point.

It was the end of March and the weather had been sunny and warm the entire week, which allowed us to discover more of the city on foot when I wasn’t busy with my studies.

Vegas and I strolled past small groups sitting on the grass with the Eiffel Tower rising above their heads. Almost all of them were tourists or exchange students. Most Parisians avoided the area around their city’s landmark.

I hadn’t yet grown tired of taking a stroll down here, but even I often sought the more secluded places of the city.

I had my phone in my hand, seeking inspiration in everything. I rarely took photos of the sights themselves. I’d done that the first time I’d seen them, but now I was looking for the particular in the ordinary.

Movement on the ground near a bush caught my attention. I immediately started taking photos. One of the cities, several pigeons were picking at a fry when a rat poked its head out and attacked, wrangling the piece of food from the befuddled bird and rushed back into its bush. I lowered my finger from my phone screen but remained vigilant in case another oddity happened.

It took me a moment to realize Vegas was watching me. “Other people take videos of the Eiffel Tower, you of a rat fighting a pigeon over a piece of baguette,” Vegas muttered, but despite his grumpy expression, I could tell he was amused.

“One thing gets you to the most watched TikTok videos, the other not.”

Vegas narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re using this useless platform. There are only half-naked teenage boys dancing to shitty rap music on there.” He shrugged with a smirk. “I suppose that’s your crowd.”

“You know, Vegas, TikTok is algorithm-based. It says more about you than TikTok if the only videos that are suggested to you are half-naked boys.”

“I’ll let your dear brother know. It was his TikTok account I checked when I confiscated his phone last time.”

“Sure,” I said, stifling a grin. Our banter gave me life. Despite our frequent, very frequent sexual encounters, we still teased each other without mercy.

“I have the most gorgeous teenage boy flashing he ass cheeks at me every morning and night in a desperate attempt to seduce me, I don’t need TikTok for that.”

“Newsflash, it’s not an attempt if it’s successful.”

His answering sly grin warmed my belly more than the best hot chocolate in the city. I nudged his arm with mine, my smile widening. “I’m starving. Feed me.”

Vegas gave me a very dirty look that made me wish for a less public place. “I fed you last night.”

I slapped his arm, my cheeks warming and desire flaming up my belly as I remembered how he’d taken my mouth last night, but I played oblivious. “I think I’m in the mood for a good pizza and a salad.”

“Not what I’m in the mood for.”

Despite his words, he led me toward a small Parisian restaurant with old glass cabinets with savoy cabbage and chicory made from porcelain as decoration. It had become a favorite of ours. The owner was quirky and a bit confused, but he spoke English—which made Vegas happy—and they served the most delicious duck paté with homemade gherkins and rustic bread. We settled on a small table next to the door with a view of the lively neighborhood.