Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 9

Vegas forgot one small detail before he decided to argue with Pete.

Where was he going to sleep?

He wasn't a coward, or at least that was what he tried to convince himself. After what happened in Pete's office, he rarely saw Pete. He focused more on his work, knowing his empty mind would make him overthink and return home before midnight. Pete had gone to bed but Vegas found Pete still preparing dinner for him on the table. He would heat up the food and eat it in peace before heading to the bathroom just to take a quick shower.

With his cursed bedroom and couch out of the question and Porsche annoyingly locking the first floor bedroom door, Vegas had no choice but to sleep in his car. His sports cars collection looked cool from the outside, but they were terrible place to sleep in. They were too small for him to straighten his body. As the result, His back pain was killing him. He could have gone to a nearby hotel or stayed at his office, but he didn't want to leave Pete alone at home. The car wasn't a good place to sleep and he would wake up early and leave for work before Pete was out of his room.

He didn't want to avoid Pete, but he needed time away from him. To say he wasn't disappointed was an understatement, but his feelings weren't the reason why he chose to walk away. With a clearer mind, he realized that he might not know Pete as well as he thought.

Vegas didn't know about his job before and didn't know Pete was so protective of his workplace, heck he didn't even meet Ohm in the past. It was ridiculous to force Pete to feel the same as him when he'd only seen him as a jerk since they married. His jealousy blinded his mind.

He was wrong. He had to find another way to better communicate the meaning of his actions.

There was a small knock on his room door and Nop's face suddenly appeared from the small gap in his room door, "Boss, are you ready? We're all ready to go."

"I'll be there." Vegas answered without looking at Nop as he tied his red tie.

Yes, it was useless to avoid Pete as they both had to attend the birthday party celebration together.

Vegas made a final check on his white suit before leaving his room. Pete, Porsche, and Nop were waiting for him while chatting near the stairs to the first floor. He was used to seeing Nop wearing formal clothes but not Porsche and Pete.

Porsche's suit was too big for his thin frame. It looked like he borrowed someone else's clothes and Vegas suspected it was Nop's suit. Meanwhile, Pete chose to wear a black turtleneck as an undershirt for his gray jacket. He looked much neater and sharper than usual. Pete should be the one who felt hot because he was wearing closed clothes but somehow Vegas was the one who felt hot.

Vegas cleared his throat to stop them from talking, "Let's go."

"Ah, you really took sweet time, boss." Leave it to Porsche to piss him off.

Vegas tried to ignore Porsche's remark but it made his eyes accidentally met Pete's, "Nice mix and match." He blurted out the first thing that came into his mind.

Pete smiled slightly, "You don't look bad either."

"Thank You." Vegas nodded then looked away. What now?

"Wow..." Porsche interrupted, "That's as dry as instant noodles I just ate. You guys still fighting?"

"We are not fighting. Let's go." Vegas went ahead and got into the car first. Nop took the wheel while Porsche sat in the seat next to the driver. Pete got into the car last and sat beside him. He was sitting next to him but it felt like they were far apart.

He spent most of the trip staring out the window. The atmosphere in the car felt very quiet, only Porsche and Nop occasionally chatted, especially discussing Porsche's duties at the party.