The sun filtered through the windows of the luxury guesthouse, making the white curtains dance like shy maidens.
A soft breeze slipped into the room, brushing against Pete's cheeks as he curled under the blanket. It was the kind of peaceful sleep you only got once in a blue moon.
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But peaceful mornings were a myth-especially when Porsche was your best friend.
"Pete... baby... wake up," Porsche whispered dramatically like a soap opera actor. Then he began shaking Pete as if the bed was on fire.
Pete cracked one eye open.
" happy Porsche..." Pete grumbled as he opened another eye, only to find the devil grinning above him like he hadn't just yanked him out of dreamland.
"Baby, you know how much I hate seeing you peacefully asleep while I suffer alone in this loud house."
Pete groaned, flipping to the side with a deadly glare. His best friend. His tormentor.
The man looked at Porsche with the kind of tight-lipped smile that screamed, I'm imagining 400 ways to kill you in your sleep.
Just then, a sweet voice chimed in.
"Phi Pete..."Pete's expression melted in 0.2 seconds.
Macau.That cute face. That soft pout. That voice that made it impossible to say no.
His baby. Not his baby. But he loved him like one anyway.
"Yes, darling?" Pete replied gently.
"My brother's out again. Why didn't you meet him?" Macau pouted, those caramel eyes big and full of disappointment. Just like a kicked puppy.
Pete smiled faintly, rubbing his eyes like he was just waking up.
He didn't want to lie. But he didn't know how to tell Macau the truth-that he didn't want to meet Vegas. Not today. Not ever.
And macau really didn't have to know the truth-how he wanted to run when he heard he was going to meet Vegas Theerapanyakul... Cause of two reasons..
1. He feels something weird when he heard the name.. Maybe it's because the man is psychopath...
2..He didn't want marriage. And definitely not to a mafia boss. And definitely not someone like him..And he know Macau his baby want to matchmaking him with Vegas so no meeting with that scary mafia boss...
As Macau answered a call and walked out, he cheerfully reminded, "Phi, in two hours we'll show you the house!have some work-bye-bye!"
He waved and left with his usual energy.
Pete sighed.
Then he walked in again-Porsche, still smirking like a villain in a romantic comedy.
