Undercover Heiress

Part Eight

Chapter Ten: What's got you pussy whipped?

"Would you really let me fuck you?" Nicholas asked me, shocked at my statement.

I shrugged and grabbed another pretzel.

He stared at my boobs and then looked back at me with big eyes and some drool coming out of his mouth.

"What's got you looking pussy whipped?" Owen asks from across the table.

Nicholas scratches the back of his neck as he did earlier, and then sticks his headphones back in.

Owen throws a nugget at Nick's shoulder and then laughs, looking over at me.

"Fuckin' dork," 

I smile, pulling out my own phone and start texting Peter discreetly.

Elise was all up on him and I couldn't stand the fact that he was legit looking like a constipated Mona Lisa.

The guy needed help and a lot of it.

Nicholas' hand made its way onto my thigh and he squeezed it lightly, while he casually scrolled through his Instagram feed.

I parted my hands and looked down at my lap as his hand went towards my inner thigh and up a little until he was centimeters away from my china.

A bitch was getting tingles.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Elise had stopped talking and was peering around the lunch table to see what was going on.

When she saw that I was watching her she had the audacity to give me the stink eye.

Jokes on her because the bitch face isn't a look.

I looked over at Nick to see a small smile forming on his face, and then his fingers sliding under my shorts

Chills shivered down my body and I blinked slowly.

"You okay, Bailey?" I heard Peter ask.

Elise glared at me and scrunched her nose sliding closer to Peter to the point where she was almost on top of his lap.

I wasn't even bothered by her anymore because I was about to get fingered in the cafeteria.

How sanitary.

"Mhm," I managed to get out, as Nicholas slid a finger almost inside me.

Oh shit, he's really gonna do this.

Maybe we should go somewhere else?

I put my hand on top of Nicholas' arm and pulled it away from my body, shaking my head at him.

He frowned at me like a puppy when it gets scolded, and I felt a little bad for the guy but at the same time, I knew better.

But it was probably for the best that I didn't get finger fucked by Peter's best friend on the first day because Elise would most likely stir up drama and make my identity known.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Nicholas told everyone before getting up and disappearing into the crowd.

Owen looked shocked that he was leaving in the middle of lunch but didn't say anything and just started to flirt with Elise's friends.

My side of the table was only a party of one and it felt really lonely, so I called Peter over who happily left barbie's side.

She, however, wasn't too happy about the arrangement.

"Thank you," Peter whispered to me and folded his hands together.

I nudged his shoulder and popped a grape into my mouth after telling him it wasn't a problem.