Undercover Heiress

Part Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Six: He wanted Elise and I wanted sex

"You went to a party!" Holly yelled, her eyes as wide as saucers.

I pursed my lips and looked to the side where Peter was leaning on Kevin, pinching his nose repeatedly after getting his hand swatted.

"Haha, I got your noseee," Peter slurred, putting his thumb between his index and middle finger.

Owen snorted, shaking his head and then stared at the ground when Holly gave him a death glare.

"Nick care to explain why my son is drunk on a school night?" She asked, crossing her arms.

All of us looked at Nicholas, who seemed the soberest considering he drove all of us home.

Just as Owen was about to get in the driver's seat after we left the party, Nicholas came running outside with Kevin and Peter saying he only had a few sips of a beer and could drive.

I had ditched Peter forgetting he needed a ride home because I was so concerned with trying to comprehend the fact that my family's killer could be in the same state as me.

I doubt it though seeing as this state was chosen at random, and my mom wouldn't send me somewhere dangerous.

"To be fair Mrs. Kingston, it is a Friday..." He trailed, scratching the back of his neck.

Damn, the week really went by fast.

"Peter, knock it off!" Kevin whined, shrugging him off his shoulder and passing the drunk senior to Owen.

"Why are you giving him to me I don't want him!" Owen hissed, pushing Peter onto Nicholas.

Peter's eyes looked like a ping-pong ball getting bounced all over as he was passed around in a circle to different people.

"Um no, he will not be throwing up on my Yeezys," Nicholas stated, tossing him back onto Owen.

Owen moaned, pushing him hard in my direction making my eyes widen.

"Oh fuck me," I mumbled, catching Peter in my arms.

He chuckled a little to himself, hugging my waist as his head nuzzled against my chest.

The room went quiet as I adjusted myself comfortably with Peter in my embrace.

When he was calm and about to fall asleep against my body, I looked up at all the eyes that were staring me down.

More importantly the very pissed off Holly whos right eye was twitching.

"Boys if you won't be staying the night, have Nick drive you home safely." Holly bit out, blinking slowly.

Owen and Kevin looked between each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes before turning to Nicholas and then nodding.

"We're gonna stay to make sure that Pete is alright in the morning, plus it looks like you need someone who will keep him company throughout the night." Kevin finally said, smiling at his sentence.

Holly nodded, before gesturing to the guys telling them to get Peter off me and head upstairs.

"Make sure to grab him some water and a few ibuprofen for the hangover," She told them, turning her head to the side slightly and letting out a long breath.

Nicholas took Peter from my arms and then smirked at me before lifting him over his shoulder and carrying his passed out body up the stairs.

"Jesus," He grunted out once Peter was resting over his shoulder and dangling down his back.

"If you throw up on the Yeezys, Pete I swear to God-" Nicholas growled.

"-Okay! You ladies have a good night," Kevin cut in, folding his hands and smiling before heading up the stairs behind Nicholas.

Owen nodded carrying a few bottles of water and then left so that it was just Holly and me.

Ngl a bitch was scared.

I folded my hands behind my back and then closed my eyes as Holly walked over to stand in front of me.

"I hope you haven't been messing around with my son, Bailey," Holly says sternly, raising a brow.

I stare at her unable to describe this burning feeling in my throat other than the fact that I might vomit.

"Mrs. Kingston I can assure you that we are strictly friends," I told her truthfully.

It wasn't a lie, because I did, in fact, know where Peter and I stood.

He wanted Elise and I wanted sex.

"You haven't been leading him on?" She asks me, and I shake my head.

If you count just wearing what I normally wear and kissing him back leading him on then no I certainly was not doing that.

"I don't want to go back to England Mrs. Kingston so no I haven't been doing anything I shouldn't."

Lies.

Nicholas and I could've fucked, I smoked weed and drank, got in a catfight, kissed Peter, etc.

All in the span of like two weeks.

I was proud because as time went on I could slowly tell that I had stopped being so disrespectful and disobedient.

Mother should be glad that her only daughter was shaping up, but she should also be mad because I still don't want the throne.

"Good, because I'd hate for you to break the terms and conditions of your contract. You seem like a smart girl with a good heart, and I know my son so just, don't do anything-"

I hold up a hand and nod.

"-I know," I whisper.

She stares at me and then smiles.

'Okay,' Holly nods.

"Go clean up and then head to bed then, I have to do some things real quick," She tells me.

Wasn't she saying to get closer to Peter like a week ago?

Now she was flipping shit, and it made me nervous.

I had prayed things didn't get fucked up while I was staying here because I had some major feelings to sort and a plan to come up with.

Nobody would mess this trip up for me and have my bitchass sent back, but at the same time if things went to shit I would rather be home while it happened.

At least at the palace, I was safe even if my mom sometimes wished I would die.

Or maybe it just felt safe because I was so alone...

"Sweet dreams," Holly whispers and then shoos me up the stairs.

I say goodnight and then head to my room when I see that Peter's door had been cracked open.

So being the nosy bitch I am, I peeked inside to see his naked chest resting on the blue twin bed.

Good God, p l e a s e let me fuck him.

Just as I felt myself start to drool, someone blocked my blessed vision.

Nicholas... great!

"What're you doing Hail Bail?" He asked sweetly.

I glared at him with a small grin, whipping my head around and then turning to walk towards my room.

From down the hallway, I heard him snicker, making me roll my eyes.

They're all pigs, I tell myself.

But wasn't I a pig too?