#petermendes blurb

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Red Light | CEO Peter

Everyone knows now. 

It wasn’t totally your intention to tell his whole family and your parents, but with the situation it was inevitable.  

**

// 3 Hours Earlier // 

You were headed to the DMV, excited about why you were going. Sure it meant a lot of paperwork, but in the end it would make everything officially Mendes. Your ID, your passport, the likes of things Peter requires you have so he can whisk you away whenever he feels the need too. 

It was such a nice day outside, it was a bit chilly, but the sun was out and there weren’t that many clouds in the sky blocking out the gorgeous blue. 

Everything stopped. There was sudden white noise ringing in your ears. The ringing was loud, and disorienting. Everything was blurry and it took forever for your eyes to focus. Blinking helped but also made it worse. 

“Mrs. Mendes!” 

You wanted to tell Bailey to stop yelling so much. When did you have a headache? Why hadn’t you noticed it before you left the house? You're so good about keeping your headaches in check. 

“Mrs. Mendes!” 

Bailey was waving his hands in front of you, and your eyes physically widened when you noticed the blood trailing down the side of his face from his forehead. 

“Ba-” You coughed, reaching out for him. Your body ached, everything felt like it was being weighed down. In slow motion almost, like you were running through water. 

You flinch when someone grabs your head, holding it still. Something was then strapped over your body. You could hear someone crying, repeatedly saying sorry, and again Bailey called your name. 

What in the hell was going on right now? 

“Mrs. Mendes?” A soft feminine voice called. 

It was bright, white bright. But the noise stopped, and the throbbing in your head had you wincing. 

“Mrs. Mendes can you hear me?” 

You nodded slowly, trying to ease your head out of the dull throb. 

“Good that’s good. Does your head hurt?” 

“Yes.” You hiss, trying to reach for your head, stopping short when your arm hits the strap they’ve fastened around your arms. 

“Okay, they’ll take a look at that when we get to the hospital.” 

“Hospital?” You stare at her, taking in her soft features. She’s got gorgeous brown hair, hazel eyes, and a freckle on her left cheek.

“Do you remember what happened?” She asks softly, applying more pressure to your leg. It was then that you noticed the sharp pain in your leg. 

“No. It was so nice out, we were headed to the DMV.” 

“Mrs. Mendes, the car driving you was hit by a truck that ran a red light. The truck hit your side directly, and we had to cut you out of the car.” 

You stare at her in horror, and look around, finally taking in your surroundings.

“You’re in an ambulance with me and my partner Dean, we’re taking you to the hospital.” 

“Bailey? Where’s Bailey?” 

“Is Bailey your husband?” 

“No he’s my husband's driver.” 

“The man with you is fine, and being checked up at the scene. We need his statement for the accident.” 

“Peter?” You look at her. Her eyes snap to you and she raises an eyebrow. 

“Who’s Peter?”

“My husband, where is he? Is he coming?”

“The man you were with told me to tell Peter as soon as possible, I’ll contact him when we get you checked in.” 

**

“Mr. Mendes office, this is Stan, how may I direct your call?” 

“I need to speak with Peter Mendes please.”

“May I ask who’s calling?” 

“This is Sarah Paulsen, EMT, with truck 6, I need to speak to Peter Mendes regarding his wife Y/n Mendes.” 

Stan just about drops the phone. “Let me transfer you.” 

He transfers the call, then proceeds to storm Peter’s office. Peter looks up with a hard glare at the disturbance. He’s in the middle of a meeting with a potential client, one that’s really on the fence. 

“Stan!” Peter stands up, hands going to his hips. “Someone best be dead.” 

Stan gulps, tears stinging his eyes. “Don’t say that Sir.” 

“Stan,” Peter warns. 

“Line one, Sarah Paulsen needs to speak to you.” 

“Who is Sarah Paulsen?” 

“She’s an EMT, needs to speak to you about Y/n.”

His whole world crumbles. He physically feels the blood drain down to his feet. He looks at the phone, at that damn blinking light. His client looks up in worry, and watches as Peter sinks into his chair and grabs the phone with a shaking hand. 

“Peter Mendes.” He answers.

“Hello Peter Mendes, I’m Sarah Paulsen an EMT with truck 6. I’m calling to inform you that your wife Y/n Mendes was in an accident this morning.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“She’s conscious, and asking for you.”

“Where is she?” He stands, snapping at Stan then pointing to his keys on the hook by his door. 

“Sacred Heart Medical.” 

“Thank you.” He slams the phone back on the cradle and sprints out the door, snagging his keys from Stan on his way out. 

**

His office is a solid hour away from the hospital. He curses lunch hour traffic as he weaves in and out of lanes. His dash lights up with a call from his mother as he stops at yet another red light. 

“Mom?” He croaks out. 

“Oh Pete,” She sighs.

“What?” He barks. 

“She’s okay.” 

“Fuck Mom! Don’t do that.” He breathes easy. 

“Don’t you curse at me Peter Manuel.” 

“You just went ‘Oh Pete’ the same way you did when Papa passed when I was 10. You scared me. Don’t do that.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You just sound so afraid.” 

“I’m sorry for cursing.” He mumbles. “She’s okay?” 

“She’s getting a CT to check for brain bleeds, but they’re not worried about them.” 

“If they’re not worried about it, then why are they checking?” 

The cackles and suddenly it’s quiet around his mother. “Bailey requested them.”

He sighs, foot on the gas as he revs into the parking garage. “It’s not his fault.” 

He’s already been told the story, Raul was on his way out the door from suffering a cut during his shift when he heard her name in the ER. He called when they were transferring her up into a room. Told Peter everything he knew. 

Bailey accelerated at a green when a dark green toyota truck blew through a red and hit the back passenger door. Right where you had been sitting. 

“He’s scared Honey, he was driving.” 

“Hold on Mom, I’ve gotta park, I’ll be up in minutes.” 

**

The sight of him is the sight of a desperate man. He’s still in his work clothes, light blue button up, black suit slacks, dark blue tie. His dress shoes slip on the tile as he runs down hallways towards your room. 

When he made it to the check in counter in front of the waiting room he was stopped by a security guard. “Name and room number.” 

“Y/n, 2307.” He pants, trying to catch his breath.

“Your name?” The guard looks up. 

“Peter.” 

The man blinks at him twice before looking back at the screen and slowly clicks the mouse. 

“Listen dude,” Peter leans forward. “My wife was in a car accident and she’s back behind those doors so you’re going to open them with your keys and you’re gonna let me through.” 

“Wife?” His mother stands, followed by his brothers. 

“I don’t have time for this, take me to my wife!” He slams his hand on the counter. 

The door opens and your mom walks out, “Oh Peter, thank god. She won’t stop asking for you.” 

“Where is she? Is she okay?” He follows your mother, ignoring the calls from the security guard telling him he can’t go back there without a tag. 

He just about falls through the door of your room when he pushes the door open. His whole heart shatters at the sight of you. You’re laid up in bed, cast over your left foot, bandage on your forehead, bruising running along the length of your left cheek. 

“Baby.” He sighs, walking to your bed. 

“Peter.” You cry, reaching out for him.

“I’m here Baby.” He sits at the edge of your bed, hugging you close to his chest, being careful not to put too much pressure on you.

“I was so scared.” 

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here. Fucking traffic slowed me up.” 

“It’s okay.”

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling back to inspect you again. 

“Yeah, they just took a CT of my head. They said they didn’t need to but someone urged them to do it just in case, I thought it was you.” 

“No,” Peter shakes his head. “Although it would’ve been if I’d been here. But Bailey requested it.” 

“Peter you can’t fire him!” You whine as you look up at him. “It wasn’t his fault, the poor man is beating himself up. I overheard him tell your father that he was ready to hand in his keys when you arrived.” 

“He won’t be doing such a thing. I can not believe that’s what you're worried about right now. That I’m gonna fire him.” 

“He was in the accident too Peter. He’s just as scraped up as I am.” 

“He’ll get medical leave, but he’ll be back when he’s healed.” 

**

After the read of your scans and some pain meds for your leg it’s been settled that you’ll go home tomorrow. Peter’s laying with you on the bed, holding you close as you snuggle into his chest. 

“Feeling okay?” He asks, kissing the top of your head. 

“Yeah.” 

“Good enough for my family to come in?” 

“They’re still out there?” You ask, sitting up, but being pulled back into his chest.

“They wanted to see you before they left.” 

“Bring them in.” 

He presses a few things on his phone and then there’s a quiet knock on the door followed by Karen and Manny poking, Shawn, Raul and Aaliyah shuffling in behind their parents. 

“Hey Fighter, how are you doing?” Manny asks, standing at the foot of your bed.

“Better since they finally gave me some ibuprofen.” 

They all chuckle and find places to take a seat next to your bed. 

“I hate to do this when you’re in here, but does someone want to tell me what the hell you meant when you said Wife this afternoon?” Karen gives a pointed look to Peter. 

He sighs, hiding his face in your hair. You giggle, looking up at him. He suffered telling your parents, guess it's your turn to tell his family. 

“We got married a month ago.” 

“Peter Manuel-”

“No,” He looks to his mom. “You used my middle name earlier, you don’t get to use it twice.” 

“Like hell I can’t. What do you mean you got married?” 

“We’re still doing the big wedding we’re planning.” You tell Karen, getting her to look at you. “We just, we just couldn’t wait that long to actually be married. So we had our own wedding, the intimate one for just us that we’ve always talked about.” 

“Then what’s the point of the one we’re planning?” She asks. 

“Because I still want my dad to walk me down the aisle. I still want Aaliyah to be a bridesmaid, and we still want to promise ourselves to each other in front of all of you. We just wanted to have our own first.” 

You explain it all, telling them how Peter planned it. How it was a dream come true and showed you how you truly wanted one with everyone else too. By the end of the conversation Peter was more in love with you then he has ever been before, and his mother was talked down from her rage. 

When they left the room for the night, leaving the two of you alone for the first time since morning, Peter kissed you fiercely. 

“I love you so much.” 

You grin, “I love you too.” 

“I mean, fuck, you’re in a hospital bed and you’re still protecting me.” 

“She wasn’t about to beraid you for marrying me when she didn’t fully understand it all.” You shrug, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“You scared me today Mrs. Mendes.” He whispers, hitting the button on your remote to turn the lights down. 

“I was scared too.” You respond sorely. “I just remember it being so nice out, and thinking that I could not be happier with my life, and the next I know I’m in an ambulance.”

Peter shuts his eyes, hiding himself in your hair and breathing in your scent deeply. 

“I didn’t like getting call saying you were here. I mean I think I totally lost my shit when Stan walked in the office almost crying.” 

“Stan was crying?” 

“He was scared too. You mean so much to mean and to everyone in my life. Today was a scary day.” 

“I’m okay.”

“I know, but the thought of you not being with me anymore, is the most scary thought I think I could ever have.” 

“Stop.” You lean up, wiping at the lone tear that dropped to his cheek. 

“I love you Y/n Mendes, please don’t scare me like that again.” He whispered, blinking the tears from his eyes.

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Play | CEO Peter

You were determined not to let the churning in your gut ruin your night.  Damn it you had plans. 

Trying to avoid the flu was almost a joke, it was flying through your employee list faster than they were recovering. Something was going around it wasn’t going to stop until it took you all down. It was your turn now.

This though, no it didn’t work for you. Peter had a launch dinner tonight. Which means a huge crowd of people. Means, Karrie Ryden and her disapproving judgemental looks. Means Nick Ryden stealing Peter all night to discuss work. Means Sheryl and Ken’s offhanded comments about how your marriage will be a failure. 

It sounds awful, and it probably will be, but it was the afterparty you were looking forward too. Peter hasn’t been much of, well, himself since you left the last time. You haven’t been his Kitten. And you want to be. You’re ready for him. You had plans to show him that, to have your Daddy back. 

Having the flu ruins that, because what man wants his Kitten when she's holding back her lunch contents?

Sitting in your car on the way home Peter calls, his smooth voice filling your car. 

“Hey Baby I had a late meeting, I’m not gonna have enough time to meet you at home. So I’ll have Bailey drive you to dinner and I’ll just meet you there okay?”

“Pet-”

“Wear the blue dress, it’ll match the tie I’m wearing tonight.” 

With that the line cut and you sighed, you’ll just have to fight through the fever you were absolutely sure you were spiking. 

**

After popping a few headache painkillers, breathing through the fifth wave of nausea and taking a cold shower to fight off the heat you were sweating through you finally made it to the dinner, a little late. 

You walked in and smiled at the crowd that greeted you by the door. The second you stepped into the dining room you had to hold your breath. The scent of dinner had your stomach bubbling in a bad way and the heat of the room had you feeling slightly dizzy. 

The girls got to you first, demanding to see your ring and wanting to talk about wedding plans, not even giving you a second to really greet them. You were struggling, majorly, and no one cared to notice. 

Well, except the man in the corner of the room. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He was awaiting your arrival, and the air changed for him when you walked in the door. It’s like his energy changes when you're near. He figured he’d hang back a minute, let the girls have their fun with you, but when he caught sight of your pale demeanor and fake pained smile he set his drink down and be-lined straight for you. 

“Ladies,” His smooth voice cut through the high pitched gossiping. They parted and stared at the two of you curiously. “May I steal my girl?” He grinned, showing off a cool approach when he was really shaking on the inside, nervous as to why you looked so, off?

He held his hand out for you, and you slipped your clammy one into his. He looked down at your intertwined hands, brows furrowing at the feel of yours. He tugged you closer, taking you off to the side of the room. You didn’t say anything, just looked at his chest for a moment, allowing yourself to settle before you hurled all over his expensive suit. 

“Honey?” 

You didn’t respond, just looked up with glassy eyes. His softened at your stare and his worried gaze inspected your face. He leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead and he pulled back in shock at the heat radiating off of you. 

“You’re running a fever.” He gasped, looking around to signal Bailey for the car. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” He started to move, rushing around you to grab your coat and purse that you don’t remember setting down at his table. 

“Peter.” He grabbed his bicep. 

“What Sweetheart?” 

“I need you to stop moving.” You gulped. Clinging to his arm. 

“What’s the matter?” He hushed his voice, dipping his head into your ear. 

“I’m trying not to get sick all over your suit, please stop moving for a moment.” You hissed through clenched teeth.

“Oh Baby.” He whipped his phone out, clicking it once and pressing it to his ear. “Where are you?” He spit, and then looked down at you. “Pull back around.” He shook his head, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “No, she’s sick. We’re leaving.” He sighed and dropped his head. “Call me next time.” 

With that he hangs up his phone and stuffs it back in his pocket. “Okay, I’m okay.” You nod looking up at him.

“We’re leaving, Bailey’s pulling back around. He didn’t even get to park yet.” 

“What? No, Peter we have-”

“You’re sick,” He chuckles, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “You come first, you know that. We’re going home, you’re gonna take a bath, and we’re gonna rest for the night. Tell me what hurts?” 

“My stomach,” You sigh. “I’ve been trying not to throw up all day.” 

“Baby,” He looks into your eyes. You know what he’s trying to say without having to say it.

“No,” You shake your head. “I’m not, it’s the flu. It’s been going around work, I just got done.” You gave him a look, reminding him that your period just ended. 

He sighs, looking down, “Okay well then you need fluids and rest. Let’s go, are you okay to walk outside?” 

**

He brushes a hand from your forehead, checking your fever, as you stir. You look at him in a panic, not remembering getting home. 

“Calm down Baby.” He whispers, smiling softly at you. “We’re home, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” 

“What happened?” You croak, looking at him with eyes. 

“You fell asleep on my lap during the drive home. I carried you in and helped you get ready for bed, then tucked you in.” 

“Oh,” You took note of your body, feeling your favorite sleep shorts brushing your thighs, and his NASA shirt adorning your torso. “Thanks for taking care of me.” 

“Of course, Wife.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Care to explain why I found you the way I did? We should have never gone.”

“I wanted to push through for you.” You look at him from under your lashes.

“And pushing through had nothing to do with the way I found the house this evening when we arrived?” 

You think back and then balk in panic. You’d left a bottle of wine in the fridge, glasses and rose petals in the kitchen, candles and slow sultry music in the bedroom. You planned to seduce your husband when you got home. 

You hide in embarrassment, covering your face with the duvet. 

“Hey,” He pulls at the cover, “Don’t hide from me.” He tsks, cupping your face with his hands. “You had plans tonight?” 

“I wanted to go back to being us.” You whisper.

“When have we not been us?” He asks, eyes squinting. “I was under the impression that we are as good as we’ve ever been.” 

“We are!” You argue, sitting up. 

“Hey, take it easy.” He whines, hands moving to slow you down. Ready to reach for a bucket if you needed it. Instead you steadied yourself by breathing deeply, and when you opened your eyes he was holding a glass of water for you. “Small sips, and in a minute you’ll have some dry toast.” 

“Okay.” 

“Back to that conversation, do you feel we’re not strong?” 

“Of course not, we’re stronger than ever.” 

“Then?” He raises an eyebrow.

“But I’m Baby.” You sigh.

“Yes.” He nods. 

“Not Kitty.” 

He rears back as if you slapped him. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry, I am. I love us, and I love you. I love where we are, and how we’ve grown. I love that we’re married, but just because we’re married doesn’t mean we have to be boring.” 

“Boring?” His mouth curls up in a teasing grin. “You think our sex life is boring? Do I bore you Mrs.Mendes?” 

You smack his shoulder and grin at him. “I think you know the answer to that question.” 

“Do I? Do you fak-”

“Shut up Peter.” You shove him, giggling softly. “Of course not, I don’t think I could, I mean one you can read me like a book. Two, there’s no need, my husband knows how to provide for a girl.” 

“A girl? No.” He shakes his head, leaning closer, next to your ear. “My wife? Most definitely.” 

“I just, I don’t want you to miss anything we had before.” 

“I promise you,” He threads his fingers with yours. “I love what we have, and where we are in our marriage.” 

“What if I miss it a little?” 

“You miss it?” 

“You just,” You sigh. “You seem reserved with me now. Like I’m fragile, can’t handle it the way I used to. I can, I’m still me.” 

“Baby.” He sighs, dropping his head. “I know you can, I know that. I just, I don’t want to be that way so much anymore. Trust me I love the kinky hot sex. I do totally, but I don’t really want to look back in 40 years and be like, oh yeah the day I got her pregnant with my first born she was ball gagged and bound to the bed.” 

You gasp at his words. “Pregnant?”

“We haven’t totally talked about it, but I thought when you stopped taking the pill and told me I didn’t need to use a condom we were lowkey trying?” 

“I don’t know, it was my way of saying we’re not trying but we’re not avoiding either.” 

“Mine too.” He nods, squeezing your hands. “I just, I want to make love with you.” 

You swoon at his words, sighing. “Now you make me seem like a sexcrazed bitch.” 

“Hey,” He furrows his brows. “Don’t speak of my wife like that please.” He reprimands. “I’m hearing you. So let’s compromise.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows, scheming glint in his eyes. “For as much as we aren’t trying and not avoiding, we can play too okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“But Baby,” His voice drops. “While we play,” He sighs, “I want to wear a rubber.” 

You look at him and study his face. “If that’s what you want.” 

“I want you to be my Baby Mama, but it just doesn't feel good in my gut to do it that way. That’s fun and play, the down and dirty that brought us together. It’s not the love that kept us together.” 

“You’re too good for this world Peter Mendes.” 

“You’re too good for me Mrs.Mendes.” He responds, leaning over and grabbing the plate of toast he made you. “Small bites, need my Baby feeling better.” 

You smile at him, taking a small bite. “I love you, thank you for talking with me.” 

“You just had to ask Kitty, I’ll always wanna play.” He winks, stealing a bite of your toast and padding away to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well.

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Valentines | CEO Peter

Peter was a classy man. He wasn’t one that went for cliches and he wasn’t one to fall for the world's antics on celebrating a ‘day of love’ just as a ploy to spend money on candy and flowers. 

Last year, since you were in love with the idea of valentine's day, he agreed to take you to dinner, allowed you to dress him up and then dress him down at the end of the night.

Hearts and flowers weren’t totally this thing, or well at least not in public. 

This time around? Different story.

Peter is really lovesick. He is head over cufflinks in love with you. You’re wearing his ring, and your initials are tattoo’d just behind his ear. He is devoted to you, and he wants you to know that. So he might have gone a little crazy. It really didn’t help that he hasn’t seen you all week.

You’ve been in Ohio, with he who shall not be named, on a work business trip. You were meant to be home yesterday morning, but weather loves to fuck things up. Your plane was delayed and you didn’t end up getting into town but around 3 am this morning. Since your brother lives just around the corner from the airport, and you and Peter live a good 45 minutes away, it just made sense to crash at Ashtons. 

Peter understood, and really didn’t want you driving that far while being dead tired, he needed you safe. With that said, it still really sucked to spend yet another night alone in the cold sheets. 

Soooooo, that amped up his wanting to do something special for you.

The man not only had the whole store catered for breakfast for you and your employee’s, he also had your office completely filled with dozens of bouquets of roses and sunflowers (your two most favorite flowers). 

But that’s not all. You kept finding little gifts everywhere. Opening your desk drawer to grab a notepad left you munching on a box of chocolates. Accepting the shipment for the day had you hugging a 6 ft teddy bear. 

You called him once the shipment guys left, leaving you alone in the back of the shop.

“Mrs. Mendes, Happy Valentine’s day!” Stan answers cheerfully. 

“Hi Stan! Happy Valentine’s day to you too!” 

“Thank you Mrs. Mendes.” 

“He busy right now?” You ask, chewing on your thumb nail. 

You hear some shuffling and a murmured voice. “He’s about to step into a meeting, he’s walking past me as we speak.” 

“My wife?” You hear in the background, and then suddenly his voice fills your ear. “Hi Baby.” 

“Hi Love.” You sigh, melting into your seat from the sound of his voice alone. “I don’t wanna keep you.” 

“Please do.” He responds.

“Bad meeting?” 

“A fire is about to go out.” He nods, using some code to tell you he’s about to fire someone. 

“Oh, well then call me after.” 

“Or better yet, I’ll pick you up after.” He quips. 

“Um,” 

“I got the rest of the day off.” He bribes. 

“Okay, when should I expect you.” You grin.

“Really? You can come?” 

“Baby, I’m the boss, I can leave if I want. I’ve just spent the week working for this place in a different state.” 

“It’s sexy when you say things like that.” You hear a gag and then Peter’s rough chuckle. “Fuck off Stan.” 

You smile and bite your lip, taking notice of how good of a mood he’s in. 

“Well? Am I ditching this place or what?” 

“Be ready in 30, this fire won’t take long.” 

“Okay, and Mr. Mendes?” 

“Yes?”

“You’re always sexy.” 

He chokes a bit and you giggle as you hang up your phone, strutting your stuff off to the sales floor to tell Micheal you’ll be leaving soon.

**

You start running a little when you see him leaning against his 2019 Porsche 911. He looks too good to be true, and he’s all yours.

“Baby!” He cheers, standing up straight to catch you as you jump into his arms. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His arms tighten as you bury your face in his neck, and he kisses your neck as he takes in a deep breath of your perfume. A plus from you working at a body shop, you always smell so good. 

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He mumbles against your skin. “Don’t ever leave me for that long again.” 

“I won’t, that was pure torture.” 

He walks you around to the passenger side of his car, tapping your bum a few times to get you to hop down. 

“Can I drive?” You grin at him, eyeing the car. 

“If you’re good maybe I’ll let you someday, but today I have plans in store that are meant to be a surprise.” He says helping you into the seat. He shuts your door, walking around the car and slipping in himself. 

“Can I have a kiss then?” 

“You don’t even have to ask that question.” He hums, leaning over the console to plant his lips on yours. 

“Thanks for my flowers, chocolates, and teddy bear. Although I don’t need a teddy bear, I already have you.” 

“Okay, so you’re going to be extra cheesy today?” He raises his eyebrow at you as he pulls out of the parking garage. 

“Me? You sir had me drowning in roses today.” 

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ve arranged for Bailey to get your gifts at the end of the work day when the store closes. I don’t want him messing up your conversion walking in and out so much.” 

You stare at him in awe and lean over to kiss his cheek. “The team says thank you for breakfast, and I’m saying thank you for being an incredible husband.” 

“Speaking of that.” He clears his throat. “We keep calling each other husband and wife.” 

“Yes we do and it confuses the hell out of everyone, I love it.” You giggle. 

“What if it didn’t anymore?” He inquired. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What if I told you we’d actually be married by the end of the night?” 

“Really?” 

“What if I told you Bailey was setting up an Officiant right now?” 

“Really?” You squeal turning to him. “What about the wedding we’re already planning? You know with our Mom’s, the planner, the dress designer?” 

“We’ll have that.” He nods. “But it’s taking too long to make you my actual wife. So what if we got married today, and again in a year when the wedding’s planned. We’ll know we’re already married, to everyone else they’ll celebrate our marriage, for us we’ll celebrate our anniversary?” He grins, looking at you.

“I think I’m in love with you, and that I’ll do anything you want.” 

“Anything?” He teases. 

“I mean a honeymoon has to happen right?” You tease back. 

“Oh Baby you don’t even know what you just asked for.”

**

You stare at yourself in the mirror and smile. Peter had taken you to pick out a simple dress for tonight, then to a jeweler to pick out his and your ring, and then dropped you off at home with a stylist team to glam you the fuck up. 

Bailey holds the door for you as you climb into the limo. Peter’s going full out tonight. Pulling out all the stops.

The drive to the venue is short, mainly because you’re heavy in your thoughts, but before you know it Bailey is opening the door for you and helping you out. 

You’re handed a bouquet of roses and sunflowers while ushered into the dim building. A few of the stylists fuss about a few strands of your hair, and fix your dress a bit. When they finally have perfected your look they scurry away.

Music starts and Bailey appears to open the double doors for you. “Ready?” He asks softly.

“More than ready.” You smile at Bailey.

“You make a beautiful Bride Mrs. Mendes, thank you for being in our lives.” With that Bailey opens the door and watches you walk down the aisle. 

Peter has booked out the most amazing venue, it’s empty, save for an arch in place behind Peter and the officiant. Raul and Shawn stand in the front row, both in nice slacks and a button up shirt. Raul’s in red, Shawn’s in yellow, matching your flowers. They both smile at you and watch you walk to Peter at the end of the aisle. 

Before you know it Peter is dipping you down to kiss you fiercely, you’re named Mrs. Mendes, officially, and suddenly the world is just right. You finally feel like you belong in this crazy place. 

“Congrats!” Shawn cheers, Raul whistling as Peter stands you back up, hand firmly gripping your ass. 

You giggle as you pull away, turning towards the boys. Peter kisses your cheek and is ready to whisk you off, but you laugh harder as you stare at Shawn and Raul.

“What are you laughing at Sis?” Raul asks. 

“You look like Ketchup and Mustard.” You lose it when they stare at each other and laugh too. Peter lets out a good belly laugh and shakes his head. 

“Let’s go, I’m ready to take my wife home, and kick these losers out.” He tugs you down the aisle. 

“Oh we can at least get the McDonalds boys dinner.” You giggle, cackling at the fact that your jokes are just gonna keep on rolling. 

“Wow, make her a Mendes and she suddenly feels like she can tease you.” Shawn says to Raul, nudging his elbow. 

Raul grins and rushes towards you and Peter, swooping you up over his shoulder, twirling in circles. “Oh Sis, what’s the matter? Feeling a little dizzy?”

“Raul stop!” You laugh, hitting his back repeatedly. 

“Raul.” Peter stands straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Put my wife down before something seriously happens to you.” 

“Ooh, scary.” Raul scoffs, setting you back on your heeled feet. You sway and reach for Peter as you try to regain your footing. 

Peter swings you up into his arms, holding you with one arm under your back and the other under your knees. 

“What is with you two and picking me up?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s customary for the groom to walk his wife over the threshold.” 

“We’re not home though.” You point out with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m practicing then.” He grins, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“Okay, we don’t need to see you practice for the honeymoon.” Shawn gags. 

Peter rolls his eyes, looking to Bailey as you all step outside. “Bailey, take Mickey-” He points to Shawn, “And Dee-” He points to Raul, “Home so I can take my wife away from the greasy mess they are.” 

“Haha.” Shawn rolls his eyes. “Very funny dickhead.” Raul shakes his head. “You wanted us to match her flowers, we were good brothers and followed your orders. Should be thanking us.” 

Peter smiles, looking at his brother, setting you down and engulfing each in a huge hug. “I do thank you. Thanks for being the witnesses to the greatest achievement of my life.” 

Each brother wraps you up in a big hug, leaving you with your Husband. 

“Well Mrs. Mendes,” Peter holds your hand as he leads you to his Porsche. “What do you say about driving me to the beach house?”

“I get to drive?” 

“I told you if you were good you could.” He nods opening the drivers side for you.

“And if I want to be bad?” 

“Oh Baby you’ve got a whole mini honeymoon to be bad.” 

“Mini honeymoon?” 

He nods, leaning against the car. “Beach house this weekend, alone. Month in Bora Bora once you’re settled at work.” 

You raise your eyebrows, grinning at him. “So I have a lot of time to be bad.”

“Do your worst Mrs. Mendes.”

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Home | CEO Peter

It’s been a total of 2 days since the fight with Peter. He’s left 36 voicemails and over 200 text messages. You aren’t responding, even though you know how petty that is. 

You can’t seem to find it in you to care though, he hurt you, really bad this time. To avoid any more drama you decided to hide out at Raul’s. You and Raul are closer than you and Shawn are, and you know that Raul will keep your cover. 

You usually go to your brothers, but you know that if your brother catches wind of this before you really know what's happening it will become more of a shitshow than it already is. 

You’re just about to leave work for the day when a man in a blue work suit walks in, holding a vase of white roses. Peter knows white roses are your favorite. You sigh as you sign for them, setting them on the counter and reading the card.

‘I fucked up, me, I did.’ His scrawl reads out. ‘But I love you, and I miss you, and I need you. Let me tell you how much of a fuck up I am, and how I plan to work on it. Please Baby, let me fix this.’

You gasp at the word Baby. 

Peter has never called you Babe, or Baby. He’s always, always, called you Kitten or Kitty. It’s what makes you change your mind and has you calling him back as you walk to your car.

“Baby?” He answers halfway through the first ring, as if he was waiting for your call intently. 

“Peter?” 

“Yeah it’s me Baby.” He sighs, “It’s so good to hear your voice.” 

“I got your flowers.” 

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah.” 

“Can we talk?” 

“Sure.” 

“Come home?” He begs. 

“I’m on my way.” You nod, starting your car.

“Okay, I’m here already okay? Please drive safely. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You whisper, staring at your phone, leaning your head against the headrest when you hear his small gasp.

“Come home to me.” He pleads. 

“I’m coming.” You assure him, ending the call and collecting yourself for a moment before driving the familiar roads home. 

**

Walking in the door is so comforting, you appreciate Raul and his hospitality, but you weren’t totally comfortable, you weren’t with Peter, you weren’t home. 

You’ve barely set your purse down when you feel two strong arms wrap around you from behind. Peter buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath.

“I love you.” He holds you tighter. “I love you.” 

“I love you too Peter.” You say softly.

He sighs, relaxing his rigid body against you. “It feels so good to hear you say that.” 

“Just because we argued doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore Peter.” 

“It’s my fault we argued. You were just telling me the truth, and I appreciate that, we’re nothing if not honest with each other. I want that, full honestly with you, I want you to know you can tell me anything, and I need to know I can tell you everything.” 

“I have, and you flipped out.” 

“I’m a jealous man.” He groaned. “You know that, and when you told me that another man had asked you out I didn’t hear any other word come out of your mouth. My dumb brain took over, and all I could see and hear was that you were changing your mind about us. That you had found better, someone who didn’t fuck up the way I do, someone who could be so much more.” 

“Peter Manuel, you’re everything. You know that by now don’t you? You know how much I love you?” 

“I do,” He nods, tucking his face into your neck. “This will never happen again. Your word is the only thing I trust in this life.” 

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you Peter.” 

“I know you weren’t. It’s not an excuse, I’m not trying to get out of trouble by saying this, but it’s the only thing I have; I had had a shitty day. A shitty week. I hadn’t seen you, and that was fucking with my head but I was also so stressed out with William.”

“Your lawyer?” You spun around to face him, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Yeah.”

“Why? What’s going on?” 

Peter sighs, rubbing his forehead. “He’s upset with me.” 

“Why? What’d you do?” You ask, tilting his chin up so he had to look you in the eye.

“I told him to shred the prenup he drew up.” 

You drop your hand, eyes going wide at his words. 

“You will never sign such a contract. I refuse it.” 

“Peter,” You sigh. 

“No, I know what you’re going to say. I won’t have you sign anything. I know you, I know your heart. I know it’s not about the money, it’s not even about the money when I want it to be about the money.” 

Your eyes go misty as you stare at him. “Peter Manuel Mendes,” You sigh, reaching up to hold both sides of his face. “You are so goddamn infuriating,” His eye cast down, “but fuck it if I’m not totally in love with you.” You pull his face down so his lips hit yours in a heated fashion. 

He kisses you deeply, hands pulling at your hips, wanting you impossibly closer. “Yeah?” He asks against your lips.

“Yeah, and if it will get William off your back, you know I’ll sign it.” 

“I know you will, but I won’t allow you.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry for the way I acted the other night. I’m working on it, on finding ways to deal with my stress so I’m not always taking it out on you. I’ve signed up for a gym? Well more boxing,” He shrugs, “Work some stress off physically, it worked for me when I was a kid.” 

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. “You look like shit Mendes.” 

“Didn’t know if my wife was coming home this time.” He tilts his head into your palm.

“Should know by now I always come home.” 

“You weren’t at your brothers though, I couldn’t find you anywhere.” 

You grin, “I was at your brothers.” 

His eyes go wide and his nostrils flare, “Who? I spoke to both of them and both said they hadn’t seen you.” 

“I can’t give my alliance away.” 

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of Raul.” He grumbles, taking your hand and pulling you to the bedroom.

“Peter.” You stop him, looking up at him. “I have to tell you something.” 

“What is it?” He asks. 

“I have to go on a business trip.” 

“Oh, when? I kind of booked us at the beach house this weekend, but I can move it.” 

“I leave Monday.” You shake your head, getting a little excited about the beach house.

“Okay, where are you going?” 

“Headquarters in Ohio.” You respond. “Meet with some big wigs and talk product.”

“Okay, how long will you be gone.” 

“Until Thursday.” 

His eyes flash and his body slumps. “Four days without you.” He whines. “That’s a long time.” 

“I know.” You whisper, biting your lip. 

“We’ll manage, ample time to have phone sex, and send racy pictures.” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Peter.” You stop him again. He stares at you expectantly, waiting. “I’m going with Micheal.” 

Four words, and his whole face drains of color.

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Dress | CEO Peter

You hadn’t totally planned on stopping by the office after your lunch with the designer, but you’re feeling really stressed and need a moment with your man.

“Miss L/n,” Stan, Peter’s office assistant stands abruptly when he sees you exit the elevator. 

“Hi Stan.” You smile, starting to walk past him.

“He’s on a call.” Stan blurts, trying to halt you.

“Good for him.” You grin, pushing your way through the heavy glass door that leads to Peter’s office. 

“No William it’s not happening.” Peter’s stern CEO voice fills the room, and the latch of the door is what gets him to turn around. His eyes go wide at the sight of you and he rubs a hand over his face. 

He’s been pacing the length of his floor to ceiling windows, earpiece in as he runs this call. 

“William I need to call you back...No, shred it.” With that he hangs up, looking up at you. “Kitten.” He acknowledges. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt you.” You stand close to the door, suddenly feeling very small. “I just um, I can go, you’re busy.” 

His eyes go soft when he notices your demeanor. “Hey,” He reaches out for you, catching your elbow before you can open the door. “Look at me.” He tilts your face up. “I’m never too busy for you, you know that. What’s the matter?”

“I’m stressed out.” You whine, leaning into him.

“What happened? I thought you were meeting with the wedding planner and then the designer?” 

“I did, and it’s stressing me out. One’s telling me we need to have our invite list done by tonight, and the others telling me I need to give up cake and cut down on my coffee.” 

He grins a little, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer into him. “Why do you need to give up cake? Is this designer trying to get me killed?”

“Because the size of my dress I am is supposedly too big.” 

“Says who?” He pulls back, eyebrow raised. “I’d like to speak to this designer.” 

“No Peter, it’s okay, it’s just a few months.”

“No fuck that. You aren’t gonna do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll hire a new designer, I’ll come to the consult. I love the way you look right now, I don’t want you to change. Especially if you don’t want to.”

“I mean losing weights never a bad thing, but I really love cake.” 

Peter pecks your lips, “Then don’t worry about it, we’ll fix it.” 

You rest against his chest, cheek pressed against his tie. “You make me feel better.” 

“That’s what I’m supposed to do.” He squeezes you tighter. “You make me feel better too.” 

You gasp and smack his back when his hands slide down and grab a handful of your butt. He smirks into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“You still stressed Kitten?” 

“Mhm.” You hum, blushing when he turns you away from the wall of glass that leads to his reception. 

He hits a button on his desk that drops dark black blinds down the windows, blocking the view of anyone seeing in. 

“Stan.” He says into the intercom.

“Yes sir.”

“Hold my calls, and push my meeting with William back by 15 minutes.” 

“Yes sir.” Stan agrees. 

With that settled Peter pulls you closer, sitting back in his chair and tugging you to straddle his lap. “How’s my wife doing?” He looks up, lengthy lashes curled up and giving him an innocent boy look. 

“M’not your wife yet.” 

“To me you are.” He fingers with the diamond on your hand. While holding your left hand with his right, his left hand wanders up your skirt. His rough hand slides up the smooth skin of the inside of your thigh, eyes widening when he doesn’t find any underwear.

“No panties?” His ghostly voice caught in his throat. “Naughty girl Kitten.” 

You bite your lip when his index finger rubs at your already wet slit. 

“You’re wet Kitten.” He raises an eyebrow. “Who made you this wet?” 

“You did.” 

“Who?” He leans closer. 

“You Daddy.” You breathe out, arching into his chest when he inserts his finger. 

“Mm,” He nods, pumping slowly. “You’re warm too.” 

You suck in your breath, trying to stay quiet, knowing he has workers and clients right outside his door. 

“Gonna be good for me Kitten? Gonna stay quiet?” 

“Yes.” 

“What was that?” 

“Yes Daddy, I’ll be good.” 

“Good girl.” He kisses under your jaw, sucking your sweet skin into his mouth. 

He switches between one and two fingers, keeping you surprised and constantly hiding moans. He can tell you’re getting close, but need just a little help pushing over the edge, so he adjusts. He tucks his elbow in closer, allowing better leverage, pushing in deeper now. 

You tug at his hair when his thumb makes contact with your clit. Your legs have started to shake, thighs squeezing tighter against his own. 

“Gonna cum Kitten?” His voice audibly deeper, huskier. 

“Mhm.” 

“What do you say?” He inquires, starting to move his fingers faster. 

You’re breathing heavily, the softest whimpers running past your lips. There's a light sheen of sweat on your brow, and his jacket will probably have indents from your grip on his shoulders. 

“Can I,” You squeal a bit when touches that one spot deep inside you. “Can I cum?” 

“Sorry, what?” 

“Daddy can I cum? Please let me cum.” You beg, that feeling running down your spine. 

“Cum for Daddy.” He growls, nipping your skin as you freeze, arching into him, holding on for dear life.

“Oh my god,” You moan. “Holy fuck.” 

He grins, loves to watch you fall apart, make a mess of his fingers.

“Good girl.” He slips his fingers out of you, raising them to his lips and sucking your taste away. “Delicious.”

You roll your eyes, trying to catch your breath as he gloats about his achievement. “My turn?” You ask, palming his dick through his slacks.

“Catch me later.” He taps your ass, signaling you to stand.

“What?” You stare at him.

“I have a meeting Kitten.” He looks at you, and then checking the time quickly. 

“But, are you kidding?” 

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Yeah, now let me help you.” You whine.

“Kitty.” He hums softly. “If you need me to stay because you’re still stressing then I’ll cancel, but if you want me to stay to return the favor then no. That’s not how this works. It might have started as an eye for an eye, but we’re not like that anymore. I just wanted to make you feel better, I don’t expect anything in return.” 

“But I want too.” You pout at him, receiving a kiss on the lips. 

“Tonight.” He grips your thighs. 

“Okay.” 

“I really have to go, I’m already late.” He grins, rubbing his nose back and forth against yours. 

“Oh.” You suddenly remember where you are, starting to jump to action.

“No.” He whines this time. Locking his arms around you. “Stay for a minute more Kitty.” 

“Peter you’re late.” 

“But I’m also the boss.” He looks up at you, blinking slowly. “You’re sure you’re okay?” 

“I’m sure.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” You nod. “How can I not be, Peter Mendes is my husband.” 

At this he beams, surging up to kiss you fiercely. 

His intercom buzzes, making him groan and hide his face in your cleavage. You laugh as he bites at the flesh, ignoring the buzzing. 

You reach over. “Yes Stan?” 

“Oh,” He responds. “Miss L/n, Mr. Mendes is needed in conference room A and Ella Jones is on line one.” 

“Who’s Ella Jones?” Peter looks over. 

“That’s my designer.” You sigh. 

He presses onto line one in a hurry, setting the call on speaker. 

“Mr. Mendes?” 

“Miss. Jones.” 

“You said to call with the expenses, with what we drew up today I am estimating-”

“Hold on to that Miss. Jones, we’ve decided to work with someone else.” 

“Excuse me?” She screeches. “That’s not what we discussed today.” 

“Today you discussed my wife’s weight, and caffeine intake? I’m not appreciative of anyone who makes my wife feel insecure, especially those who will be dressing her. With that said, I’ve terminated your employment and wish you the best in the future, but you won’t be making my wife’s dress.” 

“Mr.Mend-” With that Peter hangs up, looking up to you with a shrug.

“Problem solved, I’ll call Shawn after my meeting and see if he can send over Tiff’s information. You’ve always liked her style and when she dressed you for the Grammy’s last year you were absolutely divine. I trust her.”

“Who are you?” You stare at him. “Where the hell did you come from?” 

He stares at you with a confused face. “I don’t understand your question.” 

“I walk in here and you’re having a verbal smackdown on the phone, that quickly turns into my soft Petey, that then transforms into a Daddy, back to my Petey for a moment, then wrapping the circle with verbal smackdowns on the phone. You amaze me.” 

“I’m glad I amaze you Kitten. I can’t wait to blow your mind tonight at home.” He grins, helping you stand. While he gets ready for his meeting you rearrange yourself he can’t help but smile at what you’ve just said. 

“Well Mr. Mendes.” You say as you stand by the door, watching the blinds slowly rise. Peter looks to you, that fire still in his eyes. “I can’t wait to blow you tonight at home.”

His eyes darken and he’s about to respond as you duck out of his office, scurrying to the floor. 

“She’s trouble.” He laughs to himself. “Stan?” He pokes his head out of his office. “We’ll be calling her Mrs. Mendes from now on.” 

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Proud | CEO Peter

Peter Mendes is a proud man. 

He owns a multi-million dollar company, that is working on a partnership with Nasa. His brother Raul has just opened his own car shop. His brother Shawn is a grammy nominated recording artist. His sister Aaliyah is about to start college. His parents are living happily in Toronto and are both heavily successful in their jobs.

Most of all, he’s engaged to the most beautiful girl in the world. You are his pride and joy, and he can not believe that you’re promising to spend the rest of your life with him. 

When you met Peter you were straight out of high school, trying to decide what you wanted to go to school for, taking the time off of school to really figure it out. That lead you to getting a job at the local body shop, and finding your call for retail. Within a short amount of time you moved right along from sales associate to becoming part of the management team.

Peter Mendes is a proud man, because, to him, his wife just got promoted to Store Manager of the body shop. 

That’s right, you run that shit now. 

He’s so fucking proud you, he’s stopped by the store 3 times already since you’ve been promoted just to say hi and see you as the boss. It’s a turn on for sure, to watch your wife look so confident.

“Peter?” You ask as you round the corner to his office, finally able to get off early enough to enjoy a warm dinner with him. 

“Kitten? Are you really home?” He looks up from his laptop, glasses adorning his adorable face. 

“I am really home, can we order in and talk? I really miss talking to you.” 

He grins, closing the lid to his laptop. He stands and it’s then you notice the ratty band t shirt and grey sweatpants. “I love that idea, because then I don’t have to change.” 

“No, but I certainly will. I need to be on your level of comfiness right now.” 

“Mm,” He hums, slipping his arms around your waist, “Can I help you undress?” 

You giggle and lean further into him when he starts planting soft kisses to your neck. “Yes you can, you can even help me shower.” 

“Oh I love that idea.” He growls, walking the two of you forward towards your bedroom.

**

“Mmm Kitten I’ve missed you.” He hums, licking the water droplets from his lips. He swallows and it has you crumbling for him.

Since your promotion you’ve been training like crazy, trying to totally immerse yourself. It’s taken up a lot of time, and lately the time you’ve had free doesn't match with his at all. So it’s been awhile since you’ve been intimate. 

“Peter.” You sigh, sliding your hands up his arms, resting them on his thick shoulders. 

“Kitty?” 

“Can we be slow right now?” You look up at him from under your lashes. “I’ve missed you so much, and I miss our passion, but mostly I miss you. I need to be reminded of you, of our love. So please, for right now can we be slow? You can bend me over the kitchen counter later and have your wicked way with me. I just need you right now.” 

“Oh Kitty,” He moans, lifting you up so you wrap your legs around his waist, the water from the waterfall shower head engulfing you both. “You never have to ask, but I will take you up on the kitchen counter idea.” 

You grin as he kisses you softly, caressing you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world. 

You never thought you would say that shower sex is the most amazing sex you’ve had, but you truly made love in the shower. It wasn’t just a fuck, you made love. 

**

It’s starting to eat at you a little bit, you just can’t figure out the best way to tell him. You know he’s not going to like it at all, but you have to be totally honest with you. 

“Kitten,” He rubs your cheek, coaxing you back to him, “Where’s your head?” 

“I need to tell you something that happened today at work.” 

“Okay.” He sits up, taking the glass of white wine from your hand and setting it on the coffee table next to your empty plates. 

“We hired an assistant manager last week.” 

“Micheal.” He nods, remembering that conversation vividly when you said a males name. The thought of another man working so closely next to you, seeing you so much, made Peter nervous. He’s jealous, it’s just a part of his personality. 

Growing up with two brothers who shined so bright, it always sort of felt like he was last to be noticed, so he’s always been a bit jealous of attention. So the thought of you giving that away to someone didn’t sit right with him. He knows that’s not the most healthy way to live, and he’s working on it, but he’s still human.

“Micheal asked me out to dinner tonight.” You swallow thickly, watching his face for reaction. 

“Like a date?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.” 

He sits on that a minute, nodding and looking away. “What’d you say?” He asks grimly.

You stare at him appalled. “Of course I told him I’m happily engaged, and that I wouldn’t ever betray you like that.” 

“You wanted to go?” He looks at you, angry tick in his eye.

“What did you just ask me?” You ask, leaning away from his body. He’s growing upset, you tell in his figure. He’s sitting straighter, he’s tense, no longer is he the soft boyfriend who was braiding your hair and playfully kissing your ear. 

“Well? Did you?” He shrugs.

“The fact that you need to ask me that question is making me question everything.” You stand up, needing to put space between the two of you. You take your plate and glass to the kitchen, temper rising. 

“Are you trying to make this my fault?” He follows. “It’s not my fault you wanted to go out with another man.” 

“Oh my god Peter.” You whip around. “I didn’t want to go, why would I?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

“Okay, I get it Peter. We haven’t seen each other much lately, and you thrive off attention and affection and I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you. I try to show you in different ways. It’s why I leave you notes, and send you flowers, and text messages. I try to be there for you in ways I can be.” 

“Maybe you’ve been spending more time with him.” 

You gasp, and stare at the man who you don’t recognize. “You know what, I’m over this.” You set the hand towel down on the counter and go for your purse. 

“Where are you going? To him?”

“Fuck you Peter,” You mutter. “I can not believe you right now. Through everything we’ve been through. I was just being honest with you.” You stare at him as you slip your purse over your head. “I wanted to tell you that Micheal asked me out tonight and that I told him no, that my husband was at home waiting for me, and when he mentioned that we weren’t married yet I went, well you don’t know our relationship. I told him I didn’t need a piece of paper for me to know you’re mine and I’m yours. That I literally would never be able to find happiness in anyone else.” 

Peter’s staring at you, stepping towards you as you start to cry. 

“No!” You point at him. “You don’t get to come over here and go ‘oh Kitty’ no! You just accused me of cheating on you. I don’t-” You gasp as you clutch your chest. “This has been a crazy few weeks.”

“I know, let’s talk it out.” He reaches for you. “I’m sorry, look at me.” He begs.

“I need a minute to process. First I’m thinking we’re over because you don’t actually want me, the next I know you’re calling me your wife and I love it. Then we have the scare, and you’re upset and disappointed because it was just a scare. Now I’m trying to be honest with you and you accuse me of cheating?” 

“Kitten.” He pleads when your hand grips the doorknob.

“No, you need to be alone and so do I. We need to seriously think this out. You need to figure out if you trust me or not, if you want this or not. If you’re caught up in the idea and not the reality.” 

“No I do trust you, that was my insecure-”

“I don’t want your excuses Peter. I’m tired of them. I need you to man up, because I can’t do this if this is how it’s always going to be.” 

At this moment, watching you walk out the door, Peter Mendes is a broken man. Peter Mendes is a disappointed man, he’s disappointed in himself. 

[brianc521]

Test | CEO Peter

Being engaged to Peter meant being engaged to his job. He’s a very busy man, especially this week considering an inspection to one of his newest ships is undergoing.

He’s been holed up in his office, dealing with meetings and phone calls, cleaning up messes and fixing up on errors in preparation for this inspection. Which means you haven’t seen him all that much. The few times you have seen him he’s been on the phone, giving you nothing more than a quick wave before turning his back and continuing on.

You’re trying not to take his actions personally. You know how stressful his job is, it’s not your first rodeo for an inspection. This just happens to be a final inspection, before a launch. It’s huge for him, huge for the company. 

“Mrs. Mendes,” Stan answers the phone. “He’s in a meeting.” 

You sigh and shake your head, staring at the box in your hand, trying to breathe. 

“Can you tell him it's an emergency.” You whisper. 

“Are you okay?” Stan asks quickly, taking your call much more seriously now. 

“Yeah, I just need to speak with him.” 

“Of course.” 

You’re set on hold, waiting for his soothing voice to come through. 

“Kitten I’m busy.” He barks, scaring you. 

“I know I’m sorry, I just, I need you right now.” 

“Kitten.” He sighs. “It’s inspection day. The inspectors are in the lab right now. I really need to be in there. Can it wait?” 

You gulp, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to push your tears away. “Yeah sure.” You choke out.

“Okay good, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

The dial tone startles you and leaves you feeling more alone than ever, which is ironic because you might not be alone anymore. You might now be alone for the next nine months.

**

Peter smiles as he watches the inspectors enter the elevator. Once the doors have closed and everyone watching him has left he claps loudly and covers his face with his hands. 

The inspection went great, he’s been given the green light for the launch. He can’t wait to go home and tell you. 

“Stan,” He stops by his desk on his way back to his office to gather his things. “Tell Bailey I’m ready.” 

Stan clears his throat and looks at his desk while responding, “Bailey isn’t here right now Sir.” 

“Excuse me, I pay him to be here when I’m ready.” 

“You also gave him strict orders to be an escort for Mrs. Mendes when she needs.” 

Peter pales, his heart stopping for a moment. You have never ever taken him up on his offer of Bailey. 

“Where are they?” 

“She asked I not say.” Stan gulps, looking up at his boss. 

“Put Bailey on line one.” Peter demands, stalking into his office, slamming the door behind him. 

He stomps to his desk, just about ripping the phone off it’s cradle. 

“Sir.” Bailey answers.

“Where are you? What’s happening?” 

“She needed a safe ride Sir.” 

“I understand that Bailey, where to?” 

“Is that him?” Your voice echoes from the background. The phone jostles before you speak. “Peter?” 

“Kitten, where are you? What’s going on?” 

“How was the inspection?” 

“Where are you?” His voice goes hard. 

“Headed back home.” You whimper, sniffling. 

“What happened? Kitty talk to me.” 

“Everything's okay now.” 

“Now? What’s going on? Why won’t you tell me?” He tugs at his curls. “You called me earlier, what was that about?” 

“Nothing, it was nothing. I thought there was something going on, but it’s a,” You hiccup, “It’s a negative.” 

He stares at his computer screen in confusion, but his mind is made up when he hears you muffle a sob. “Go straight home, I’ll meet you there. I love you Kitten.” 

“Okay.” You cry, hanging up the phone not really listening to anything he said. 

“STAN!” Peter yells through the intercom, “Get me a cab! Now!” 

He’s scrambling, rushing for his phone and jacket, briefcase and coffee mug. 

**

He feels like his heart is ripping to shreds when he finds you curled into a ball on the couch, tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. 

“Kitten?” He murmurs, crouching in front of you, caressing a hand across your cheek. 

“What are you doing home?” You croak out.

“You’re crying. Why?” 

“It’s over now, I’m okay.” You shrug, taking a deep breath. 

“Why won’t you tell me what's the matter?” He groans, falling back on his butt, covering his face in his hands. 

“Because it’s not important.” 

“Kitten, you know how I feel about secrets, and we promised we’d never have any.”

“There’s no secret I’m keeping from you.” 

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Right, whatever. I’m taking a shower, if and when you decide to tell me what the fuck happened I’ll be waiting.” He stands up, stalking off to the bathroom.

He’s upset that you won’t talk to him. Obviously something upset you, even if it’s not upsetting you now, he still wants to know. That way he can be there for you, and maybe have some insight on how to better prevent this thing from upsetting you in the future. 

He’s slamming his things around in the bathroom, totally throwing a childish fit when he finds it. He wasn’t looking or anything, he was just throwing an old razor blade away and caught sight of the pink cap. 

He wads up some toilet paper, reaching in and grabbing the stick. Grabbing the positive stick. His breath catches, his world freezes, but to his surprise a smile forms on his face. He’s quickly rushing out to you, finding you in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

“You’re not supposed to drink when you’re pregnant.” He orders. 

“What?” You whip around, facial features blown back in guilt. 

He holds up the test, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Where did you get that?” You whisper, rubbing your forehead as the tears build back up. 

“I saw it when I was throwing my razor away. What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?” He throws the test on the counter, settling his hands on his hips. 

“It’s false.” You mutter.

“I mean what the fuck Kitten? This is certainly important. We’re gonna have a child for christ sake, did you plan on keeping that from me?” He speaks right over you.

All at once your emotions fester and explode. “Fuck you Peter!” You yell out, looking at him with tears streaming down your face. “Fuck you. How dare you say that to me?” 

“Excuse me?” His voice is deathly low. 

“How dare you?” You gasp out. “You weren’t there. You weren’t there for me.”

“How was I supposed to know when you didn’t fucking tell me?” He raises his voice as well.

“I tried, I called you. I called you and told Stan it was a fucking emergency, and all you had to say was that you were busy and you needed me to wait for later. Well guess what? I wasn’t gonna fucking wait for later with you!” 

“You could have said this was what you were calling about!” He continues to yell, hoping to mask the amount of guilt he’s feeling. He knew you needed him, you had said so, but he was preoccupied to really listen. He’s at fault, and he knows that, he just can’t seem to admit it. 

“So what you wanted me to call you and tell you over the phone that I’ve missed my period and that I was holding a pregnancy test and on the verge of a fucking panic attack?” 

He deflates hearing you say that. You get anxious, but never that bad. 

“Why didn’t you tell me when I called you? Or when I got home? I’d say this is some pretty significant news.” 

“It’s not news! Peter you don’t fucking listen. I just told you it’s false!” 

How many times can a man's heart break in one day? Because Peter feels like he’s setting the world record. 

“What? How?”

“Well when the test said positive I scheduled an appointment. Which is what I needed Bailey for, because I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t going to be seen spotted. You’ve been pretty popular lately since you were seen out with Shawn. I didn’t want to start drama or anything.” 

He’s rounding the counter, reaching for you. 

“The doctor administered a test, and it came back negative, the one I took here was a false positive.”

“Maybe it’s just too early to tell.” He hopes out loud.

“No Peter, when I got home my period started.” You shrug sadly, “I’m not pregnant.” 

“Then we’ll keep trying.” He blurts, eyes going wide the same as yours when he processes what he’s just said.

“I didn’t realize we were trying.” You say softly. 

“Me either, but the thought has me excited.” 

“Peter we’re not even fucking married yet.” 

“So?” He tilts his head to the side. “My parents aren’t even married at all, they had all four of us.” 

“Peter,” You reach up and cup his face. “I was excited too, I won’t lie. And it’s really breaking my heart to think that I could have been but I’m not. With that said though, I kind of would like to enjoy you as my husband before I enjoy you as the father of my children.” 

“I know you’re right. I have so many plans for us once we’re man and wife,” He nods, “But the thought of you carrying my child is so exciting. I didn’t think I would be happy about the thought of children at this point in my life, but my knee jerk reaction was to go running around the world screaming that we’re having a baby.” 

“Not right now, but maybe we can really talk about it after the wedding. I just really can’t deal with the extra stress right now.” 

“Of course Kitten.” He hugs you, burying his face in your neck.

[brianc521]

‘The’ Ring | CEO Peter

To say Peter is a mess would be an understatement. Watching you walk away from him three nights ago was the hardest thing he’s ever witnessed. But he’s ready now. He’s ready to fight now. He’s ready to fight for you. 

You have this notion in your head that all he wants from you is sex. While that was the case in the beginning of your relationship, it is not the case now. He has fallen in love with you, and it’s a scary thing. He’s never felt such emotions over a person before. He’s always been so invested in his work, and anything to do with science. After getting to know you, after falling in love with you, it’s a completely different story.

He can not wait to get done with the work day and find you in his home. He can’t wait to take you out on the town on a Friday night. He can’t wait to wake up to you on rainy Sunday mornings and make you breakfast in bed. Do the kinky nights, and mind blowing orgasms still top the cake of his favorite thing to do with you? Yes of course, but lately he feels like he might enjoy them more if he shares them with you as his wife.

That’s how he finds himself at your door, hands shaking with nerves as he works up the courage to knock. 

“Can I help you Peter?” Your brother Ashton says as he eerily steps up to your door in the apartment hallway, hand linked with your 2 year old nephew.

He’s startled to say the least, not having enough courage to face you, now feeling the need to face your brother as well. He’s sure that you told him everything, well almost everything. 

“Is she home?” He asks, voice rough from the amount of crying he’s done.

“Yes, but I’m not sure she’ll want to see you.” 

That hurt, a lot, it was a major punch to the gut. He understands where your brother is coming from. If someone ever hurt Aaliyah the way he’s hurt you he’d skin the boy alive. Even this realization makes him want to rip his skin off. 

“That’s okay, can you just let her know I’m here, and that I need to talk to her.” 

“Gonna keep hurting her?” Ashton picks his son up, giving Peter a harsh glare.

“Hi Peter.” Andy, your nephew gives a shy wave. 

“Hey Buddy.” Peter waves back. 

“Are you here to make Auntie happy?” 

Peter looks down, screwing his mouth up, hoping to will the bile rising up his throat back. He can’t stand the thought of you upset and in tears, especially since he’s the one who made you that upset.

“She’s been crying a lot, I keep trying to give her hugs because I know they always make her feel better, but maybe a hug from you would help.” Andy shrugs, leaning his head on his Dad’s shoulder. 

“If she’ll let me. I’m gonna try Buddy.” 

“Let me go talk to h-” Ashton starts, head whipping over when your door swings open, revealing you in grey sweats and one of Peter’s old t shirts.

“Do I hear my-” You stop mid sentence, every word dying on your tongue at the sight of 3 of 4 most important men in your life on your doorstep. “Peter?” You look at him, eyes going wide, bottom lip quivering a bit.

“I can leave if you don’t want to talk to me. I just, I need to tell you some things that might make everything better.”

“Come on in Ash,” You wave your brother through. “Colors are set up on the coffee table booger butt.” You ruffle Andy’s hair as they pass you. 

Peter smiles at your interaction, heart clenching at the thought of getting to see that everyday when you become the mother of his children. 

“I really only want to hear one thing from you Peter, and those words will never pass your lips, so I think it would be best if we didn’t do thi-”

“I want to marry you.” He blurts, not ever wanting to hear the words you were about to say. He always wanted to do this, he always wanted to fight for you. 

“Excuse me?” You look up at him appalled. 

“I have not a clue where you got the impression that I didn’t want a future with you.” He shook his head, curls wildly flopping. “But I do. I want it with you. I want everything. ‘First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage’ Kitten I want it all.” 

You stare at him, jaw dropped at his words. 

“Let me make this better, because I’m rotting away without you. It’s been three days I think? Feels like it’s been a lifetime. To come home and not see you there, to make dinner but throw a whole plate away, to go to bed freezing because the sheets are cold. Y/n I want you.” 

“Why didn’t you ever say so? You say that rhyme like I even knew we were in love.” 

His whole body shudders, you can physically see it. His shoulders drop, eyes drooping.

“Are you not in love with me?” He grimly whispers.

“Of course I’m in love with you Peter.” You quickly shut the door to your apartment so your nosy brother can’t eavesdrop anymore. “I’ve been in love with you since the night you took me home and held me because I was upset.”

He smiles a little. “You’d had a bad day at work, a coworker was rude and made your day a living hell. You called me on your lunch break to vent and ended up almost in tears because your emotions were running wild. I wanted you to let go of the day by playing,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “But I knew you just needed comfort and to know I was there.” 

“I fell in love with you that night.” You shrug. “Been in love with you sense.” 

“Kitty,” He hums, taking your hands. “I’ve been in love with you since you first sent roses to my office.”

You gasp, pulling back to truly search his face. “Peter that was like the third week we’d known each other.” 

“I know. I had just gotten back from a shitty business trip, the deal didn’t go through and I was trying to push you away because I was so upset.”

“But I wouldn’t let you, I wanted you to open up to me. Let me in and allow yourself to lean on me.” You smile at the thought.

“You sent me white roses with a card that read ‘I’m not going anywhere Mendes, see you tonight.’ I broke down in tears at my desk, because no one has ever tried so hard to keep me in their life. It showed me you truly cared for me, and I couldn’t not see you in my life from that point on.” 

“I’m not going anywhere Mendes.” You smile at him, reaching up to cup his face, wiping at the few tears that had dropped from his red ringed eyes.

“Promise?” His broken voice bubbles out. 

“Oh Peter.” You pull him into you, holding him close, willing him to believe that you’re with him. 

“Don’t give up on me yet, I’ve got big big plans for us Kitten.” 

“What kinds of plans?”

“Which ones would you like to hear about?” He asks pulling back to look into your eyes. “I can’t promise to tell you them all, a man like to surprise his girl every now and then.” He grins.

“Maybe your serious ones?” You inquire. “Ones much deeper than what piece of furniture you’ll be bending me over.” 

He smirks, leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck. “Oh Kitten, I have many plans about being deep inside you while you’re bent over every piece of furniture in our home, preferably in nothing but my diamond on your finger.” 

“Start with the diamond, from there move onto the home, and then we can talk about how deep you’ll be.” You raise an eyebrow at you. 

“The diamond.” He nods, clearing his throat and digging deep into his jacket pocket. “How’s this one?” He pulls a black velvet box from his pocket, opening it to show of a gorgeous diamond. It was huge, the band holding it in place was littered with smaller diamonds. It was beautiful, magnificent. 

“Peter!” You gasp, bringing your right hand up to cover your mouth. “No it’s to much.”

“You won’t let me get you diamonds, or pearls, or the emerald stones I think you’d look lovely in. This, this will do for every other stone I’ll ever want you to wear. This, to me, is a token of my love, and my gesture to you that you’re everything. I’m proud to have you as my wife, much the same I hope you’ll be proud to have me as your husband, and proud to show off this ring.” 

“Peter,” You sigh, looking up at him. 

“A Queen deserves her crown,” He grins, referencing an old joke a coworker made about him being the King of the business, effectively making you his Queen. “But no one says she must wear that crown upon her head.” 

“You are too much for me.” You giggle, playfully hitting his chest. “One second I can’t get you to talk enough, the next you're melting me completely with your words.” 

“Good, now let me melt you for the rest of our lives. Be my wife, marry me?” 

[brianc521]

Tie | CEO Peter Mendes

It had been a rough day at the office for Peter. It was finally a test day, to all the designs him and his team had crafted over the past few months. Being the lead Aerospace Engineer was a huge stressor in his life, but this is the work he loved.

It’d taken him years of schooling, and even more years of training to get where he is. Which hasn’t left a lot of time for a personal life outside of family functions. 

Peter Mendes was never a ladies man to begin with. Imagine going to high school and being the biggest nerd all the girls used to either get good grades, or to get with his two brothers. Being the least cool triplet was rough enough, but his brothers made life that much harder. 

Raul was the bad boy, he walked around with a tattoo peeking from the base of his neck from junior year on, and the second he got his lip pierced senior year girls were creaming for him by just a look their way. 

Shawn was the rockstar. He didn’t make it big in the music world until after high school but that didn’t stop him from posting videos of himself singing or serenading his latest love interest in the halls during lunch. Girls swooned at his soft deep voice. 

Now though? It’s a different story.

Shawn’s going through a rough time with an unsuccessful promo stunt. It kind of made him look like a douchebag, especially since he did it while on tour and was literally lying to his fans about it. It’s made his career in music questionable to those it’s important too, his fans. They’re upset with him, and he really hasn’t been doing much to help it. 

Raul’s dating a pretty girl from work. She’s the receptionist at the auto repair shop he works for. She’s new and likes to wear a jumpsuit just to zip it up enough to really show off her assets. They argue a lot, and have sex a lot more. It’s a toxic relationship that’s really only physical and Raul is totally okay with that.

Peter’s go a girlfriend, well, that’s what his family thinks.

**

“Kitten?” He called as he walked into his penthouse apartment. 

He didn’t get a response back until he was in his bedroom, removing his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons on his crisp white collared shirt. 

“Hi,” She murmured as she stood in the doorway, bare feet crossed, toes freshly painted a deep purple.

He looked up and spared her a glance. “Where were you?”

“Freshening up.” She cleared her throat. 

Hesitantly she walked up, reaching out and taking hold of his wrist to undo his cufflinks. He kissed her cheek as a thank you, letting his gaze eat up her outfit.

She was dressed in tight black jeans, paired nicely with a grey cotton shirt that had a deep v neck. 

“How was your day?” His husky voice asked, large hand taking a firm hold of her ass and pulling her closer. 

“It was delightful, I met up with Jen and got a pedicure.” She looked down wiggling her toes. “And we went shopping afterward.”

“Didn’t go out dressed like this did we?” He hummed, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No Sir,” She shakes her head. “This is for you.” 

He nods, licking at his bottom lip, “I like it.” 

“It’s what I bought today. Just for you.” 

His eyes flare and he bites his lip as he looks down in appreciation at how she dressed up just for him. “The purple bra?” 

Her lips part at the fact that he can tell. “Matches my toes, and it’s your favorite.” 

“Do your panties match as well?” His voice is like gravel.

“You’ll have to see to find out.” Her voice goes low, dripping in her sensual energy. 

“Are you challenging me?” 

“Never Sir, I’m a good girl.” She blinks up at him, new lash extensions doing wonders for her innocent look. “What would you like for dinner?” She asks, full intention of making him food. 

“No.” He shakes his head. 

He takes a step back, his nimble fingers undoing the button and zipper of his black slacks. 

You can hear her slight gasp, her mouth parting in shock. 

“Knees.” He commands.

In an instant she’s dropped to her knees, looking up at him from under her lashes. He gives her a slight nod allowing her to reach up and pull his slacks and briefs down. He’s hard, and it makes her mouth water at the sight. 

“You don’t get to touch.” He mutters, reaching back to the top of the dresser, snagging his dark blue tie from the day. “Hands.” 

She raises her hands, wrists together. He ties it quickly, tugging on the knot to make sure it’ll stay. He drops her hands once he’s done, wildfire blazing through his eyes. 

“Open.” He grabs her chin.

She opens her mouth, eyes rolling back when he pushes the tip onto her tongue. It’s the relief he needed from his day. He pushes, holding the back of her head, groaning when he can feel himself in the back of her throat.

She gags a bit, causing her to swallow around him and he throws his head back at the sensation. 

He pulls back, allowing her to breath before deciding he’s over being nice. He starts fucking her mouth, not giving her a break until she’s gagging around him roughly. Her eyes are watering, face red, and there's a line of her spit hanging from her bottom lip.

He holds her chin up, forcing her to look up at him.

“Color.” 

“Green, I want it Daddy.” 

He continues and can feel it building, his muscles are tensing.

“Come on Kitten.” He moans, holding her head in place allowing her to deepthroat. Her nose is flush against his lower abdomen. “Oh god.” He growls pulling her back so they can both breathe for a second. 

“Please Daddy.” She whines looking up at him. He shoots her a glare and she pouts at him. “I want to make you cum, please Daddy, let me make you cum.” 

Her words make his eyes roll back into his head, his body shaking from the release that’s building. He pushes back in after she licked a few hot stripes on his skin. This time she takes control, leaning up to deepthroat him, relaxing her throat, swallowing and pulling his release from him. 

He groans, fisting her hair in his hand, pulling her impossibly closer. He leans forward, yelling out as he cums down her throat. He breathes through it, growling when she moans around him, adding to his sensitivity. 

When he pulls back he watches in amazement as she swallows down the load he’s just given to her. She loves being his Kitten and will do anything to make her Daddy feel good. 

“Good girl.” He cups her chin, trying to catch his breath. 

She whimpers, looking up at him.

“But were still out of line. My good girl doesn’t whine does she?”

“I’m sorry Daddy.” She apologizes. 

“You’re forgiven Kitten, but still punished.” 

She gives him a grumpy face. 

“I’ll think about allowing you a treat later tonight.” He brushes her hair back. “Get cleaned up while I shower. I’m taking you to dinner.” 

“Really?” She perks up, smiling up at him. 

“Yeah my Kitten was good all weekend, she deserves a reward for that.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” She so sweetly responds as he unties her hands.

He helps her up, giving her a sharp slap to her ass. “Go change into something cute, I’ll be ready in 30.” 

**

Yeah, no one in Peter’s family knows that his ‘girlfriend’ is really his little sugarbaby.