Undercover Heiress

Part Fourteen

Chapter Sixteen: Fuck you.

Peter had officially captured me under his spell.

I'd only known him for a little over a week and I wanted more of him, especially around me and touching on my body.

The nuggie he gave me wasn't my favorite form of affection but it was enough to send tingles through my skin.

My plan to seduce him was still a go and the fact that he was becoming more comfortable being himself around me was another step closer to getting him in the sack.

I had overheard him yell that I was like a sister to him when he was upstairs because of how loud he was shouting, and that wasn't the best feeling my gut had.

Somehow I needed to get out of the sister zone and into the friend zone.

Usually, I have the ability to get a guy in bed instantly, but since Holly had been feeding him sentences like "You're her older brother now," and shit like that, he thinks he has to be that person.

I really didn't understand how she thought she was helping by saying stuff like that, but it was whatever.

I knew how to get inside a guy's head and change the way they think by manipulation, but in a positive way that benefited me.

And him,

Physically...

:P

"IIIII WILL ALWAYS! LOVE YOUUU-OOOOO, IIIII WILL ALLLWAYSS..." Owen's muffles voice screamed from the black headset.

I was leaning against the doorframe trying to see if Peter was in his room, but when he was no where to be found I decided just to wait.

Fortunately for me, I had the awful singing from Owen to keep me entertained.

"Miss Keesha!" Nick's deep voice called.

He paused and then Kevin chimed in with an even deeper voice.

"OH MY GAWD SHE FOKIN DEAD!" He screamed, and I doubled over in fits of laughter.

My vision became so blurry because of the tears that started to form in my eyes to the point where I didn't notice the veiny hand hanging in front of me.

I composed myself, clearing my throat and slowly standing up to see Peter dripping wet in a white towel that clung around his waist.

The water was sliding down his pecs and followed between the creases in his abs, with my stare not far behind before stopping above the towel.

"You having fun?" He asked, my gaze snapping to his toned arm that scratched his wet black-brown hair with a smaller towel.

More water flung as he shook his arm vigorously and I began to feel myself drool.

It took every bone in my body to not jump on him right here and fuck him till his dick fell off, so instead, I just bit my lip and nodded.

"Your friends have been entertaining me while I was waiting," I told him, trying to keep my eyes on his face.

He eventually stopped trying to dry his hair and tossed the towel over his shoulder as I watched in awe.

"Oh?" He quizzed, raising a brow.

Peter brushed past me and entered his room with me about to follow behind but just as I was about to step inside he closed the door halfway.

"I need to change," He whispered, smiling at me.

Shit, I forgot about that.

"Right," I responded, giving a tight smile.

Peter chuckled and then looked down at the floor before meeting my eyes again.