His Golden Ticket

Chapter Six

"You could have waited outside his door, you know?" Peter struggles to keep up with my pace, as I look forward and continue walking.

"You're right, I could have. But I didn't." I shrug nonchalantly. 

Peter sighs deeply before stopping in his tracks. I turn around to look at him, a confused look on my face. 

"Desiree, you confuse me. One day, you like me. The next, you're upset with me. I don't know how to read you."

Clenching my fists, I attempt to speak smoothly. "Oh, you think I'm hard to read? How do you think it felt to be appreciated by a guy for a day, only to find him and my roommate flirting in my own dorm room after?" 

He visibly flinches at my harsh words, making me feel worse about what I said by the second. 

"Des," he begins to say, taking a step forward. "she was flirting with me."

I laugh bitterly. "Well, you surely didn't seem to reject her." 

When I look up to meet his gaze, his pained, desperate expression awaits me.

"I don't want to lose you. Not as soon as I finally have you." Peter looks to the side, as if he was afraid of facing me. "I- I have something to tell you."

-

As we were sitting at an isolated corner of a cafe, his hand on top of mine, it suddenly had become extremely hard not to giggle like a little schoolgirl at his act of intimacy. 

"First things first, you must promise me that you will never speak of this conversation to anyone." Peter's deep voice fills the silence between us.

I nod, holding up my littlest finger. "I promise." 

His eyebrows furrow, a smirk forming on his face. "Are you seriously asking me to-"

"It's a pinky promise, therefore, it can't be broken." I stifle a chuckle, a confident grin on my face.

Peter wraps his littlest finger around mine and smiles widely. 

His grim expression quickly returns, however, before looking down at his now folded hands.

"I have a few things to get off my chest."

"And what would those things be, exactly?" I ask.

"First off, my master's name isn't really Liam-"

I intervene. "Wait, I thought Liam, or whatever his name is, was your father?"

"Nope. My sibling and I work for him and Dana. We did have a home before, but our parents-"

I wait for him to finish his sentence, but the words never come. He simply clears his throat.

"Never mind that," Peter shrugs, looking anywhere but my eyes.

"My sibling and I work for them, and in return, they allow us to live with them." 

"Ah. What's your sibling's name, anyway?"

He chuckles at my enthusiasm to ask questions. "Charlie." 

I smile to myself at the mention of the name. Charlie.

"The story that-" he hesitates. "Liam told you about has a lot more depth to it than meets the eye. That's the story that is the basis of a big feud going on between two secret groups. One group calls themselves the Daydreams, while the other is known as the Nightmares. The Daydreams represent the innocent politician that was killed by Benjamin, while the Nightmares obviously represent Benjamin. Although, surprisingly, both groups have the same goal. They are both trying to map and locate the place where millions- as in cash- are buried underground. Millions from both politicians. So far, no one from either group has even come close to finding the burial place."

My mind feels foggy, filled with all of this new information. I struggle to keep up with his words.

A smirk suddenly plays on his lips, and he looks into my eyes.

"That changes now. The Daydreams finally have the person they need to get rid of the Nightmares, the story, and find the money."

I widen my eyes in a slightly dramatic manor. "Well? Who is it?"

"Desiree," he offers me a small smile. "It's you."