Stolen. Fallen.

Surprise!

While scrolling through your comments, I came across the comments of raheel_rael and SamridhiSamridhi1 asking about PeteKao and you know how much I love all of you, so here's the first part of their story. I sort of wrote this out of boredom and since I haven't finalized the first chapter of My Favorite Place, I decided to give them a three-part side story.

Hope you enjoy this one! 💙💕

(P.S. You can refer to Chapter 10 to backtrack everything about PeteKao. 😁)

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Kao.

"Are you avoiding me?"

I closed my eyes and I heaved a deep sigh before facing Pete who had been bugging me for hours already.

"Pete, I'm working," I warned and started wiping the glasses for the nth time. The bar was not yet busy since it was still early so I decided to just wipe the glasses...again, hoping that Pete would get the idea that I had lot of things to do other than entertaining his whining ass.

"Is this about what happened last week? Are you angry with me?"

I tried hiding the reddening of my face as he mentioned that night. It had been a week since that incident and I'd been avoiding him since then. And no. I wasn't angry with him. I was angry at the fact that I let my guard down. I was angry at how I gave in to my bodily desires that night and how I let the alcohol control my actions.

"Wh-what about last week?" I tried acting as innocent as possible but my voice still quivered and my face was red no matter how hard I tried to keep a straight face.

"Come on, Kao. You haven't talked to me ever since. You even left me that morning. Do you hate me that much?" he tried reaching out for my hand but I quickly took a step back away from him.

"Seriously? Why do you think I hate you? It was just sex, Pete. There's nothing more to it. It was just a mistake. I was just drunk and brokenhearted. Can we just forget about it and act like nothing happened?"

I bit my lips as he stared at me. He seemed serious. Did I just offend him?

"No. Call it whatever you want but for me it was not just sex, Kao. It was something more."

"I-I was just drunk, okay? I can't even recall everything that happened. So don't act like there's more to it other than libido. And can you stop bugging me? I told you. I-I already have a boyfriend," I lied when in fact I had remembered every single detail of our steamy sex in his car.

I could even recall how his skin felt against mine and how his length filled me until I ran out of breath. But one thing I noticed was how gentle he was with me, something that I hadn't felt with Tay. Yes, Tay and I did it several times but it was always in a hurry and I couldn't even feel his care for me. Well, I couldn't blame him. It was my fault anyway for begging him to do it with me when he already liked someone else.

But with Pete, it felt different. I felt loved and cared for, something that I'd been longing for all these years.

"Oh? Really? You're lying. I know you broke up with him," he snorted as he leaned on the bar counter.