A midnight memory

seven

I could feel his breath fanning my face as I gulped. Please don't do this. 

Peter then looks at my lips and grins. He leans in past my face and I squint my eyes, expecting him to kiss me. 

But he doesn't instead he whispers and says, "Just ask and I'll do it, Angel. There's no rush." Thank God. I breath out, slowly opening my eyes to see him back at his seat with a smug face. 

"What is your deal, Peter?" I suddenly say and he raises his eyebrows as he scoffs. "I'm a businessman, Angel. Am I not allowed to invest in things I want?" He asks innocently. I gripped the table, shocked by what he said. 

"You know what I'm clearly talking about, Peter. That kiss was a mistake and I was drunk but you, doing this is not what I'm asking for. I'm not some toy to be played with." I snap and he purses his lips, leaning in to the table. 

"Indeed, you are not a toy, Angel. Like I said, I like to invest my money on things I want and your bakery seemed like a good investment ." He smiles and I roll my eyes but  before I could say anything, my phone vibrates and it appears to be Wes. Peter looks at my phone as well and he frowns. 

I mumble an 'excuse me' as I stand up to take the call. 

"Wes! What are you doing? I'm in a meeting!" I say and I could hear noise at the background. "Jesus, King! You haven't even texted or called us since you arrived. You made us worried!" He exclaims and I can hear Mere agreeing. 

"Well guess what, Peter is the guy that invested in the bakery and we're both alone." I whisper, looking back at him to see his eyes fixated on his phone. Must be texting Natlia. psh. 

"Omg!! You should totally have that sex where 'what happens in Portland stays in Portland' kind of thing!" Wesley excitedly says as I laugh. "Not possible, I kind of think he's still with that girl we saw at the bakery." 

"Oh please, that guy is a player. You need that one night sex, King. DESPERATELY." Mere shouts from the background. Wesley agrees and I sigh. "I'm not into that shit but I have to go, I made him wait." 

"OOH, Made him wait at the bed?" I could feel Wes' eyebrows and his eyes with mischief as he said that but before I could even respond, I could feel someone behind me and I look back to see Peter, smirking. He then takes my phone and says, "I'm sorry, Wes but Kinsley is busy with me." He looks at me and ends the call. 

"Took you long in that call. Don't make your investor wait, Angel." He snaps going past me. I frown and follow him, "Are you still investing?" I asked and he glances at me and continues to walk, "If you sign the contract, yes." 

As I follow him, he smiles at someone by the entrance and I see the same woman that I saw with him at the bakery. I sigh and stop walking, "I'll gladly read the contract, it seems your busy." I say and he stops walking to look at me, shocked. "But--"

"Goodnight, Peter." 

Gosh, how could I be so stupid. Of course he was in a relationship. I made my way to my hotel room immediately with the envelope in my hands. Half of me was expecting him to run after me like in the movies but it wasn't like that. 

I decide to call Wes instead as I drop myself to the bed. "Hey baby." Wes answers and I smile. "Peter is with that girl. I totally knew it, Wes. He's a player." I argue while Wes sighs, "It was worth a shot." 

"Hey girl!" Mere shouts from the background and I could tell that she was drunk. "What are you guys doing?" I ask them and Wes rambles trying to keep Mere at bay. "I got to go, King. I need to babysit." He ends the call immediately and I close my eyes, putting my phone on the pillow. 

I decide to take a shower and think of what I'm supposed to do. Was I really expecting something from, Peter? Impossible. He had Natalia with him and I had no space for him. 

 I sigh and slowly put on the robe. I walk around the room, reading the contract and I'm quite impressed. They sure did know how to accommodate these kinds of businesses. I breath out and go outside to look at the scenery outside my room.

It was amazing. The city lights were blooming and everything looked simple. I breath out and go back inside to hear knocks on my door. 

I walk slowly and look at the peephole to see Peter, impatiently waiting as he looks at his watch. I open the door and I see his head shoot up to look at me. 

"Angel." He breaths out, brushing his hair with his hands. "W-why are you here?" I stutter, keeping the door half closed. He takes a few breaths, looking down. "Peter, I thought you were with Na--" 

Peter then pushes the door causing me to lose my balance but he catches me, his hand at my lower back. I could smell the alcohol from his breath and I could tell he was quite drunk. I clear my throat, gaining my balance as he gulps. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask him as I tie my robe tighter, realizing I was totally naked under, . "I don't know. I just- I mean, I- feel" As he was struggling to find the words to say, I looked at his lips and I started to feel thirsty. I look at his eyes and I lick my lips. 

Peter seemed to look at my gesture as he takes a step closer. I widen my eyes and watch him closely. Before I could even talk, someone rushes inside my room. Her eyes look at Peter then at me with a concerned expression and she finally says, "Shit." Peter is still looking at me and I breath out, slightly pushing him. 

"Don't push me, Angel." He breaths out and before he could take another step, Natalia grabs him by his shoulder, "Don't even think about it, Peter. You're drunk." She struggles to grab him but Peter slips from her grasp and his arms engulf me into a hug. I stay there quiet but push him off, quickly. "Peter, please, you're drunk." I just say. Natalia smiles at me and guides Peter out of my room without a word. 

That was strange.