As the other party recited some stories from a picture book, Phayu and Gun nestled into Pete's arms. A hot water bag was placed on his leg to soothe the old wound. The room was filled with giggles and bickering. When he was among these two delight bags, he always lost track of time. Looking at Gun, who bears a striking resemblance to Thankhun. the way he forms phrases or his demeanor. He could tell who this boy was just by looking at him. The thought of knowing this hurt his heart. He knew exactly why Vegas kept Gun here. In the near future, he would be utilized as a chess piece against the Major clan.
The door was opened. A foul odor of alcohol mixed with a dominant alpha odor emerged. Pete instructed the maid to take the children away. Vegas cocked his head and peered at Gun and Phayu. The dislike in Vegas's eyes was palpable. "What are you looking at ??" Vegas snorted. Pete was like a mother hen. He moved quickly on his toes. I motioned for the maid to take the youngsters away as soon as possible.
Taking hold of Vegas. He focused all of his attention on him. Pete was the center of attention in Vegas. I hugged him tighter, kissing his cheeks. Pete waited for the kids to leave the room before putting some distance between himself and Vegas.
"You should take a shower.."
Pete then began to collect everything the kids had left in the room. Vegas wrapped his fingers around his waist quickly. He picked him up promptly. Pete had to take a deep breath before he comprehended what had happened. He wrapped his hands around his neck for support.
He glanced at Vegas with an inquisitive smile on his face. Vegas made him face the mirror while perched on his lap."Look at yourself..."Vegas had a mischievous voice. "your cheeks are so rosy..." Vegas traced the part of his body he was referring to."Your lips look so plump.." His finger grazed Pete's earlobe tenderly. Pete was attempting to comply with all of Vegas's demands. He could still feel the worms crawling all over his body, though. It felt as though this sensation had become stronger over time. He was unable to use any form of mental preparation for sex. With time, this sensation grew stronger. Pete understood his reality, but there was a strong need to push Vegas' hands away.
In a rush, Pete shoved Vegas aside while he went to the bathroom to empty his stomach. He was squatting on the floor, puffing and pulling deep breaths."You still can't digest food..."Pete only gave a huff in return. That night, they slept soundly and didn't engage in any sexual activity. Pete was unsure of how long he could employ this strategy of delay. Either way, the deadline was drawing near. At last, Pete gave birth. Pete heard Vegas speaking with the doctor as he was still dozing off on the bed. The doctor explains to Vegas how Pete's health has been affected by the early birth. He ought to rest completely for a minimum of three months.
Vegas had become a parent. But nothing moved within him. This was only an extra precaution to ensure Pete couldn't flee. Pete's feet will be bound with a strong shackle. He got a headache from the disturbing high-pitched wailing sound. He looked at Pete, who was sleeping, and told the nurse to take the infant away. Pete, who was still clothed in hospital garb, lay next to him.
The feeling of Vegas is difficult to put into words. Pete being in love with someone else didn't sit well with him. Thus, he saw how sincerely Pete grinned when Phayu and Gun walked around him to observe the face of a newborn. Phayu's fingertip gently prods the delicate flesh. Curiosity abounds in gun eyes. Pete focused solely on them. It was as though he lost consciousness. Living in his own bubble. Vegas was not present in that bubble. Something flipped inside Vegas when he realized that. Cause of smile on Pete's face was not his. Pete seems so far away from him. He had created his own world in Vegas's absence. Vegas traveled back in his memory lane when Pete was addicted to him. Pete couldn't go a day without him, the nagging feeling in the back of his head told him he could do it. He can get back what belonged to him.
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Pete was aware that nothing would change or would happen if he took no action. The knowledge that he knew Vegas better than Vegas knew himself made his heart shiver. The sense of inferiority Vegas feels. The pain of the past. desire for love and the extent of his fear of being approached by someone.
If it was the Pete of the past who was as broke as Vegas. In the name of love, both may amuse one another while stabbing one another. Pete in this moment was distinct. He is unable to save Vegas. No, he is unable to pay the price to save Vegas.
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Pete awoke from an excessively deep sleep. A nagging feeling emerged in his chest. He turned to face the child's crib and saw that it was empty. Swiftly on his foot, persistently cheeking the cradle and even his nest. He was unable to locate the baby. rushing outside in bare feet. He turned to face the security stationed at the entrance. "I can't find my cub." There was no reaction whatsoever. Pete sensed that something had occurred. Something awful. "Where is it?" Pete gave the guard another shout. When there was no response. In the hallways, he ran without shoes. keeping an eye on each room. Soon after, he discovered Macau. "What exactly happened?" Pete looked venerable as Macau grabbed hold of him and discharged some pheromones.
"I can't find them."
"Find out who?"
"I can't find any children?"
How come?
"I am unable to locate Venice, Gun, or Phayu."
Venice. His child will now go by Venice, per Pete's decision. It did, however, make logic. Pete gave him a name. using Vegas's syllabus as a guide. Named after a city, much like Macau and Vegas. He genuinely wanted Vegas to experience something for the kid. If Pete couldn't satisfy Vegas, he was afraid that the tiniest being would be thrown away.
"Pete." Macau clutched Pete and shouted. "Stop worrying. They were with Phi."
Pete nodded while attempting to locate Vegas. after learning that Vegas had an engagement with children. Pete nearly passed out. Macau was sitting there consoling him.
What Pete was most afraid of came to pass. Vegas returned by himself. Pete noticed that Vegas' eyes had become dead and dull.
Vegas simply told Pete in a cool manner how he moved the kids into the compound's outer villa.
"Why?"
Pete grasped Vegas by the neck. Throwing him a wild shake.
"I have followed your instructions perfectly. Have I not been obedient?" Pete gave a desperate scream.
"Where have I let you down? Is that because I can't satisfy your sexual needs?
Pete appeared to be losing his mind.
Vegas frowned at Pete's words.
"What the hell you are talking about??" Vegas' eyebrows furrowed.
There's a loss of reason in Pete's eyes.
"What went wrong, and why? Inform me. I am going to fix it."
Pete had an idea at that very moment. He began hastily taking off his clothes.
" I'm capable of it!"
"What are you doing??" Vegas scowled and asked.
"Giving you what you want!!"
Macau in the eyes of Pete looked so broken but beautiful.
Pete has thrown his shirt away. He approached Vegas to kiss him.
"I will be good....Vegas please I be good okay....I will be obedient."
Trying to kiss Vegas. Vegas pushed Pete away
