Be my S̶̶l̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶ || Book-I ||

strange feelings

"K-Khun—" I tried to speak, but before I could finish, something hard pressed against me.

I opened one eye, then the other, my breath catching in my throat.

Khun Vegas was hugging me.

"Shhh... calm down," his voice was smooth, gentle, completely different from what I’d expected. He patted my back softly, as if trying to comfort me.

It took me a moment to realize just how badly I’d been trembling, how much fear had consumed me. I stood there, frozen in disbelief, unsure of what to think.

I stood there in Khun Vegas' arms, still trembling, my heart racing like it was about to burst out of my chest. His voice, though calm, felt distant.

I couldn't focus on his words, my mind spinning out of control. The room felt like it was closing in on me, the air too thick to breathe.

I tried to catch my breath, but each inhale felt shorter than the last. My legs wobbled beneath me, my vision starting to blur.

Before I could do anything, everything went dark.

Vegas pov

"Khun Vegas, we are ready to attack," Nop said as he entered in my office and bowed. I nodded, leaning back in the chair in my office.

"Kinn will lead tonight’s mission. You better catch that bastard Minchai, or else every guard on the mission tonight... I'll kill them all," I said blankly. I can't afford for this mission to get messed up without me there.

"You don’t need to worry, Khun. We will catch Minchai," Nop assured, bowing again before leaving.

I closed my eyes and sighed, rubbing my temples. "Fuck," I muttered, frustrated. I got up from the chair and headed to my room.

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered softly, I didn’t want to wake up the person sleeping peacefully on my bed, looking like a five-year-old kid.

When I saw him outside the basement door, I was shocked. How did he even find that room? No one knows about the basement Not even Macau knows about it.—only my five most trusted men.

He was trembling, sweating badly when our eyes met. I don’t know why, but in that moment, it felt like my heart was being squeezed, like someone was stabbing me.

I’ve never felt this way for anyone. So why did I feel that when I saw him like that? I wanted to be cruel to him—I made him my slave. He’s supposed to be under my control, but instead, it feels like the opposite. I feel like... he’s the one controlling me.

The first time I saw him at his house, I felt something—something I can’t quite put into words.

Back then, I ignored it, brushed it off like it was nothing. But over the past week, those feelings I tried so hard to dismiss have started to resurface. The way he smiles, his clumsiness, the way he talks to himself—it’s ridiculous how cute he looks when he does those things.

I find myself thinking about him all the time, even when I don’t want to.

I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. He’s supposed to be my slave, nothing more. But every time I see him, that cold, calculated control I’ve always had seems to slip away. I catch myself watching him more often than I should. The small things he does, the way he moves—it all distracts me.

This wasn’t part of the plan. None of it was.

I glanced at him again, still asleep on my bed, his breathing slow and steady. It was supposed to be simple. Control him. Own him. But now, all I feel is him controlling me.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I whispered again, the words almost bitter.

But deep down, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted the answer.

I stood there for a moment, staring at him as he slept peacefully, completely unaware of the chaos he was stirring inside me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t get attached. I don’t care. I control. That’s who I am.

But with him... everything feels different.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. Turning away, I walked to the window, staring out into the night. I needed to clear my mind, focus on the mission, on anything but him.

Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to the sound of his voice, his awkward laugh, the way he nervously fidgets with his hands when he thinks no one is watching.

I hate it. I hate that he’s in my head like this, making me feel things I’ve never allowed myself to feel.

I clenched my fists, trying to push the feelings down.

But as I glanced back at him, sleeping so peacefully, I found myself moving toward the bed. I sat down beside him, and before I could even think, my hand reached out, gently caressing his chubby cheeks. His skin was soft, like cotton under my fingertips.

My gaze fell to his lips, and as if my body had a mind of its own, my thumb traced his lower lip slowly. I gulped, feeling my heart race in a way that was completely out of my control.

"Control yourself, Vegas," I muttered under my breath, trying to pull my hand away. But just as I was about to, his eyes suddenly fluttered open.

"Pete, how are you feeling?" I asked softly, cupping his cheeks in my hands. His eyes widened in shock, like he’d just seen a ghost.

"K-Khun Vegas... please don’t kill me... please forgive me... I didn’t mean to see anything," he stammered, his words spilling out in a panic. Tears started streaming down his face as he trembled.

"I was just cleaning, and I saw the stairs... I didn’t mean to... please don’t kill me... don’t ki—"

Seeing him like this, shaking and crying, something inside me twisted painfully. I hated it. I hated seeing Pete like this. It was killing me.

Without thinking, I pulled him into a tight hug, trying to calm him down. He was still trembling, fear radiating off of him.

"Shh... Pete, calm down. It's okay. Shhh," I whispered, my voice as soft as I could make it, but he kept pleading.

"Please... don’t kill me... please... forgive me..."

I didn’t know what else to do. So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I kissed him.

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