Tony X Peter の小説・ストーリー

Then, turning to Peter, he added, "Didn't you hear me? I told you to sever ties with this woman. You've been doing well for three years, but now that she's back, you've lost your mind! Pete, you've truly disappointed me." He cast a reproachful glare at Caleb and his wife. "Look at the son you raised!" The couple, bound by respect due to Xylos' age, said nothing, though they cast warning looks at Peter. However, Peter, who was ignoring them, simply smiled. "Tania is my wife, not some improper woman. Honestly, if it were up to me, I wouldn't have brought her here at all. But since you insisted, here we are." "You… Are you trying to kill me? Didn't you hear me say I don't acknowledge her? Tania

Those that wouldn’t listen to me seemed cowed by him instead. Tony was no exception and lowered his head slightly at Uncle Peter’s implied accusation. “Tony,” Aunt Kathy said, pressing with her motherly tone. Tony’s parents weren’t around anymore, they had both passed in a tragic accident a few years before, but Uncle Peter and Aunt Kathy seemed to make for good stand-ins, encouraging his submission with only a few disapproving words. “Alright, that was a lie,” Tony said. “I’m sorry, truly. I don’t… I didn’t realize she did those things.”

I dragged him back to the middle of the office so they would be enough space to talk. Peter sighed as he closed his eyes, before running his hands through his carefully styled hair, like some tragic hero in a novel. Then he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting mine. "Remember that day I came in late? I told you about the guy I hooked up with at Ignito right? The one who threw me out the next morning?" I nodded, my head moving almost mechanically. "Yeah, what about it?" "That was Alexander." He confessed. My jaw dropped and I didn't know whether to laugh or scream. It almost felt like a joke, but Peter wasn't laughing. He looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Kenny panted out a laugh. "Who gives a shit about that right now. Let get her to the boss before you start planning your big date." The third guy ordered. Reyna's legs have out as she fell forward into the guy whose nose she broke. He moved on purpose, making her smack her face off the concrete ground. "Seriously, Tony, smarten up. It's a long flight back to Vancouver. I'm tired of your bullshit. Pick her up, and let's go." "Fuck off, Peter. Who the hell made you boss?" Tony snapped back, his voice nasally now because of his broken nose.

He adds and walks up to me. "Lewis?" He arch his eyebrow. "Peter, this is Tate." Lewis gestured to me as he rested his wrist hanging over my shoulder. Damn these men are tall. I smile at Peter and he adorably smiled back at me. "Tate, this is Peter." Lewis gestured back to Peter as he extended a hand to me. "Hi Tate. I'm Peter Payton." He greeted. "Hi. I'm Tate Kavanaugh." "Pleasure to meet you." He smiles.

Tony—skinny, gold chain fake as hell, tracksuit committing fashion crimes—produced a bottle of ouzo like a magician and slopped four tall pours without permission. “How’s your mate doing?” he asked, not looking. Con slid a glass to Peter and Stephen and kept one. “Dean’s still a wreck. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Prue…” Tony pointed a loaded fork, salad and steak wobbling. “That’s the power of the pussy, my friend. The power of the pussy.” Cutlery clinked too loud. Peter’s stare could’ve salted meat. “No wonder you don’t have a missus—with remarks like that.”

He took extra precautions, it was obvious that neither Peter nor Leonardo trusted each other completely. Then, Leonardo was only in contact with his friend and lawyer Jeremy Baxton, at the time that he rebelled against Peter, at least that was what Peter saw Leonardo's actions as. Leonardo had no idea that there was more to Peter, he was actually part of secret group that literally controlled the affairs of America and he was one of the only people that had ever come face to face with Peter Reagan.

Peter had a look of sudden realization on his face and quickly tried to make amends, "Mr. Zane, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you by treating you to lunch later. Consider it my apology." Although Peter was apologizing to Xander, his creepy gaze never left Abigail. He continued, "Mr. Zane, I really thought you were the kind who didn't touch women. But now that I know you're not tired of playing with her yet, I'll wait a bit longer." "Mr. Ruddy, apologize to her right now!" Xander twirled the golf club in his slender fingers, his half-smile still masking his true emotions. Peter was taken aback at first, but then laughed and said, "Mr. Zane, we're partners. And she's just your plaything..."

I winked at him before straightening up. " You're not the only one," he assured her, "I also found out some interesting things about you yesterday.” " Like what? " I felt our conversation take a dangerous turn, but I couldn't help asking. Peter watched me for a moment before he spoke again " I just wanted to thank you for helping me with all this. I hope you like chocolate.” " Are you using food to thank me, Peter? " I sneered, "You're on the right track.” " Gavin Stewart was here this morning," he commented, "Our immigration interview has been scheduled for next week.”

Peter interjected, “Could you guys all tone down the PDA a little? Please think about us single folks. You all have partners, but I’m still unattached.” Trenton laughed and said, “Peter, I’m single too. We’re in the same boat.” “You’re still just a young lad. I’m already in my late twenties,” Peter said. He was about ten years older than Trenton and only a little older than Austin, who would turn twenty-seven soon. “Peter, when are you going to bring your partner here for us to meet?” Serenity teased. His smile became gentler as he replied, “When the time’s right, I’ll bring her back to meet everyone. It’s just not the right time yet.”