His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]

Chapter 21

"You need to leave!" I yelled at Pete. Here we fucking go again.

"Why!?" he yelled back. Thank god my office door was shut.

"You came here to start a fight with me at work about my boss!" He glared at me "I was kidding when I said you were jealous last time but I'm really starting to think you actually are fucking jealous!"

"I'm not jealous" he said through his gritted teeth "I told you I don't trust him"

"I can't do this Peter!" I yelled "All we do is fight!" I took my engagement ring off and threw it at him "Take it and go if this is how it's gonna be. I don't want my future to be unhappy" He picked the ring up off the ground "I'm serious, this is so ridiculous. If all we're ever gonna do is fight I don't wanna marry you"

"Patrick" he shook a little. I stared at him. A tear rolled down his cheek "I'm sorry"

"Don't pull that on me" I said. He wiped the tear.

"I'm sorry" he said weakly "Please don't leave me"

"I can't do it Peter. Not like this"

"It won't be like this. Please I'll change for you" I closed my eyes and sighed. He has been changing a lot. I was proud of him. But his jealousy was out of hand and he didn't even want to admit it. "Patrick" I opened my eyes. He grabbed my chin and slammed his lips onto mine. Of course. Sex. What else is new? I melted immediately. Damn me for falling in love with this man. I hugged his neck tightly kissing back. He pulled back. He pressed his forehead against mine.

"Will you stay?"

"I wasn't gonna leave in the first place. It was an empty threat and you know it" I mumbled "Can I have my ring back?"

"Yes" he mumbled. He grabbed my left hand sliding the ring down my ring finger.

"The next time you come to my workplace and start a fucking fight with me I don't care whos house it fucking is you're sleeping on the street for a night. This is ridiculous. And it's all because you can't control your fucking jealousy"

"I-"

"Stop it. Every time you talk in a situation like this it makes it worse" he looked down at my lips then back up at my eyes. He leaned down and kissed me. It was loving, not heated, or sexual like we all know he prefers. I frowned a little when he pulled away "Why can't you just trust me? A marriage will never work if you don't trust me" He pecked my lips again.

"I do trust you okay? I don't trust him. It's not jealousy it's a really bad vibe. I don't like the way he stares at you. The way he glares at me. The way he watches us together. I don't trust him"

"He's not gonna do anything-"

"You don't know that. Don't you think it's weird Patrick? He didn't hate me until he found out we were engaged"

"I really think you're just acting crazy about this okay?" He stared at me like I'd grown five heads "Baby, I'll be okay. Go back to work. Stop worrying about me. I'm a tough boy I can handle it" I smiled but he frowned.
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When I got home Pete was already there.  Sometimes he got done before me sometimes I got done before him.  I looked around for him until I found him in our bed with his eyes closed.  I knew he wasn't asleep because he snored.  But I missed him.  I always missed him.  Hey, I'm in love.  I climbed into his arms which made him jump a little bit.  I pressed my head into his neck.

"I missed you" I mumbled "You make me feel so safe" He hugged me tightly.

"I missed you too pretty boy" he whispered gently.  Pretty boy.  That was adorable.  I love this man.