VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 33

PETE POV

Vegas watched me interact with Marco like a lion on the prowl. His entire body was bursting with tension and in his eyes the desire to pulverize Marco was unmistakable.

Marco and I held hands and smiled into the cameras, playing the happy couple that we weren’t and would probably never be.

“A kiss for the camera?” a journalist called, and before I could react Marco leaned down and kissed me. It was only a peck on the lips, definitely nothing indecent but longer than I would have liked, and it did things to Vegas’s expression that would have alerted everyone of our relationship if anyone had paid attention.

I cleared my throat and smiled back at the camera. Guilt settled in my stomach. I felt as if I’d cheated on Vegas, but he and I weren’t… we couldn’t be. Even if what we had now felt like a real thing, like more than just a fling, it didn’t stand a chance against what lay ahead of us. I’d marry Marco, so if anything I should feel guilty toward him because what Vegas and I did was definitely more than an innocent peck on the lips.

Marco and I held hands the entire time. With only five months until our wedding, we needed to start acting as if we were in love. Neither of our families could use nasty rumors in the press.

Eventually, I pretended I needed to go to the bathroom, but in truth I went looking for Vegas whom I found in the lobby, sitting on the stairs and staring down at his phone.

“Shouldn’t you be watching me?” I asked with a teasing smile as I headed toward him.

“Marco’s bodyguards are there, not to mention your father. I prefer to stay here, away from the madness.”

I stopped beside him, leaning against the handrail.

“Are you mad?”

“Why would I be? Hmm?” he murmured in a deadly voice. “Because you and Marco are all lovey-dovey?”

“He took me by surprise. I wouldn’t have kissed him.”

“Why not? You’re engaged and the future dream couple of Bangkok.”

“You knew all of this when we started sleeping together,” I said quietly. It was an argument we’d had so often in recent weeks. Things were becoming more strained every day. We fought constantly, and only ever didn’t argue when we had sex.

“Sleeping together. Is that all we’re doing? Because if you think it is, we might as well call it fucking.”

I blinked and my throat became tighter. I wasn’t sure what was happening between us. Though, that wasn’t true. Maybe it was bound to happen, maybe it needed to happen so our eventual goodbye wouldn’t hurt quite as much. “You know there’s more.” I sank down beside him on the step but left a bit of a distance between us in case someone caught us.

Vegas grabbed my neck, stunning me. “I know. I know what I want. I know what I feel. And you?”

I swallowed. “I have to marry Marco. It’s for the Outfit, you know that. Don’t make me doubt my choice.”

He nodded and released me. “Maybe this is about the Outfit, or maybe it’s about something else. If you’re not doubting your choice yet, it’s probably better if you don’t bother now.”

“What do you mean?”

The door to the party swung open and we scooted apart, but not before the person saw us. Luckily it was only Team. He eyes widened with surprise. “I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

I pushed to my feet. “You’re not. Our conversation is over.” I strolled over to Team. I could see in he expression that he worried about me. I gave he a quick smile. “Are you heading to the restroom?”