VEGASPETE🔞+KEEPING MY HUSBAND

Chapter-12

VEGAS POV

Big AND Pete return from their shopping trip late in the evening. I wouldn't be surprised if he maxed out my credit card today. In fact, I'm anxious to see exactly how much he spent and at what stores. I know I already bought he enough clothes to last a lifetime, but I guess it wasn't enough for the prince. he needed more, more clothes, more material things to make he happy.

I shake my head as I watch them on the surveillance video getting out of the car. I expect them to start unloading shopping bag after shopping bag, but I'm blown away when Pete only appears with one bag before they walk to the garage door that connects to the house.

Confused, I click out of the surveillance video and look up the credit card charges on that particular card. Only one charge is on it...for forty dollars.

"Forty dollars?" I ask out loud. What the fuck?

I refresh the page, thinking I'm missing other charges, but nothing appears. Maybe the rest of the transactions didn't go through yet, but I know that's simply not the case. he spent all day shopping and only spent forty dollars of my money. And I can't help but wonder what the fuck he bought for heself.

There's a timid knock on my office door, and I hit a button to unlock it. Pete opens the door and stands in the doorway, looking shy and innocent. The monster in me rears its ugly head, wanting to pounce on he and force answers out of he. I want to know why he was gone for so long today if he only spent forty dollars on a single thing.

The bag is in he hand. I don't recognize the logo, but there are a lot of stores in the mall that I've never been in before.

"Are you busy?" He asks softly.

"No," I snap, causing he to wince at my tone. My frustration is getting the better of me, and so I try to calm down a little before telling he, "Come in."

he walks forward until he reaches my desk, and then he places the bag in front of me. "Here," He says.

I cock a brow at he. "What is this?"

"It's a gift."

"A gift?" I ask, confused. "A gift for who?" I demand.

"For you," He says with a grin.

Oh, so I'm amusing he. That's just great. I stare down at the bag, a frown on my face. "What is it?"

"You have to open it to find out," He says, he grin widening.

This whole situation is hilarious to he, but I'm finding it hard to see the humor in it all. he spent forty dollars...on me? That just doesn't make sense. he had a card with an unspeakable line of credit on it, and he used it on a purchase for me. What the fuck game is he playing at?

"I told you to buy yourself something," I tell he, my voice laced with anger.

He lifts he chin a little in defiance. "I didn't see anything I liked," He says, but I don't believe he. There are a lot of high-end stores in that mall and surrounding areas. I don't believe that he couldn't find at least one thing that he wanted or needed. Most men would have bought one of everything in the mall and not even blinked an eye.

"Open it," He prompts, shifting he weight from one foot to the next. he's nervous. Maybe he's afraid I won't like what he bought me?

"Fine," I scoff, grabbing the bag. I pull out the box inside and toss the bag aside. I read the front of the box out loud, "Zen Garden."

A bright smile is on he face as he nods enthusiastically. "It's supposed to be a stress reliever."

"You bought me...a Zen Garden." I shake my head, not even knowing what to say.