Undercover Heiress

Part Eighteen

Chapter Twenty: His eyes did that thing where they got darker and he looks hungry

Peter drove us home, and as we entered the house a very pissed off Holly stood there with a phone in her hand.

"The school called," She said, setting her phone down on the counter slowly.

Peter and I both glanced at each other and then stared at his mom with worried looks on our face.

Holly approached us with her arms crossed and brows raised, a blank look masking her eyes.

"Care to explain why you aren't in class?" She asked, tilting her head.

I looked at Peter and then back at Holly before staring at the ground and sighing loudly.

"I got my period," I mumbled quietly, not loud enough for her to hear but for Peter to cough uncontrollably.

"What?" Holly said, her tone sounding harsh.

"I got my period," I repeated, this time whispering and looking at her sadly.

"Sweetie you're gonna have to speak up I can't hear yo-"

"I GOT MY PERIOD!" I shouted and then groaned running a hand through my hair.

Jeez, Louise, I didn't know it was that big of an issue that I ditched so I didn't have to go to class with a blood stain on my ass.

"That's my cue," Peter announced and then dashed up the stairs.

Holly glared at him and then once he was gone she moved closer to me, clutching my hands against her chest.

"I'm sorry," I tell her, squeezing my eyes shut.

"For what?" She questions.

I tilt my head down and stare at my shoes, finding the black scuffs on the top more interesting than the questioning.

"For leaving so abruptly yesterday when you were talking to me about my mom, it was rude and I apologize. I should've treated you with more respect,"

Holly inhaled a breath and then pulls me into a hug, her hand caressing the back of my neck as she plants a kiss against the top of my head.

"You don't need to apologize to me, I shouldn't have kept bombarding you with questions like that. I don't know the whole story but it was a touchy subject and I could've left it alone but I didn't," She tries, making me start to cry.

Holly was a generous and forgiving person, and for her to feel like she was at fault made me sad because it was actually me who caused the problem.

I cried in her arms, forgetting that I still didn't have a pad or tampon on and was bleeding out my vagina like no tomorrow.

"I need to go change," I tell her, pulling away and wiping my nose with the sleeve of my coat.

She nods and then gives me a sincere look, smiling as I head up the stairs.

My body felt heavy and I was for sure tired even though it was only like 1 pm.

Peter and I still had a lesson today and I was hoping my mood would've changed but it hasn't.

"I should shower," I tell myself, stripping in my room and tossing the clothes into the hamper.

I started the water and looked at myself in the mirror noticing my stomach had become bloated, making me feel insecure.

All these thoughts kept clouding my mind and I had blown out deep breaths to keep myself from giving in to the overwhelming emotions that threaten to burst out as tears and rage.

Stepping inside the shower, I sighed leaning my head back into the warm water that trailed down my body as droplets.

For the first time no one came into the bathroom or knocking at my door and it was relaxing to just have peace and quiet.

That is up until my shower ended and I opened the door to my bedroom revealing Peter slouched over on his knees sitting on the bed waiting for me as he scrolled on his phone.

I snorted, walking to my dresser that was across my room and pulled out my undergarments before heading back into the bathroom to shove a tampon up my pussy.

When I came back out Peter was still on his phone and I was in my untied robe so I stood in front of him with a towel on my head waiting for him to snap out of his headspace.

My head leaned back and the towel fell off, so I shook my head letting the wet hair smack me in my face and fling onto Peter.

The wetness surprised him and he jumped, scaring me a little at how loud his yell was.

"Jesus," I whispered, laughing at his shocked state.

Peter apologized and then let his eyes wander all over my body before looking around my room and scratching his head.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, pulling my hair into a messy bun.

"I live here?" He teased, furrowing his brows.

I rolled my eyes, looking at the hanging picture on the wall I had never noticed until Peter's voice brought my gaze back to him.

"I have that meeting before the party tonight so I wanted to cram a lesson in real quick," He says in a husky voice.

Fuck he's so hot.

I nodded, and then motioned for him to stand up in front of me.

"What'd you wanna work on?" I quizzed, smiling at him.

"Uh well it's a party, and I've never been to one so you tell me,"

A party.

Love how he just assumes I go to parties...

Elise was gonna take Peter to a party, probably get him shitfaced and then try to make moves on him and I knew he wasn't prepared for that.

"Well there's a ninety-nine percent chance that alcohol will be involved and lots of dancing which means touching, and then the drunk date you'd have so it's up to you on what to work on." I shrugged, grinning at him.

Touching or grinding we're his options because there wasn't gonna be much talking involved.

Peter winced and then looked down at me, his eyes doing that thing where they get a shade darker and he looks hungry.

"Uh, okay just do whatever I guess," He grumbles, running a hand through his hair.

I smirked and then moved closer to his body making him nervous when suddenly he fell on top of my bed from backing up too far and pulled me on top of him.

"Good job," I said, propping myself up with my hands so that I hovered over his face.

"You're gonna have no problem with tonight by the rate you move at," I joked, leaning into his neck and hearing him gasp as his hands grabbed my hips.