Undercover Heiress

Part Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Asshole

Peter taking care of me felt like a dream because I was so out of it that it felt foggy in my mind.

I was aware of the fact that I was lying on a cold bathroom floor next to a toilet filled with my puke, but for some reason, it felt like a dream.

Me in an outfit that I never changed out of, the weird looking bottle of water, the hot half naked guy taking a piss right in front of me-

wait, what?

I squinted my eyes, sitting up a little to make sure I wasn't seeing things and then reached my hand out to grab his pants leg when...

"Hey!" The man shouted, and sure enough, it was Owen.

I always had a feeling his dick was big... but the real question is-

"Not while I'm pissing. You can play with it when you don't reak of vomit." He finished, dangling his dick before putting it back in his jeans. 

Oh?

Owen started walking out of my bathroom when I caught his leg, making him come to a halt.

"How about I play with it now, and then we take a shower?" I smirked, watching him start to grin.

"Cause you kinda smell like shit too," I whispered, and then his smile dropped.

Owen yanked his leg out of my grip and I frowned watching him stalk out my bedroom.

Asshole.

Figuring it was probably time for breakfast or lunch, I stood to my feet and then started a warm shower.

While the water heated up, I brushed my teeth and the shimmied out of my clothes.

The Advil was still sitting on my counter and so I picked up the half-crushed bottle, swallowing the pills and then raising my brows.

My face was a little pale, and the sweat that had rolled back into my hairline made it look like I was greasy.

Ew.

After deciding I needed a major self-care day, I slowly stepped into the shower feeling how hot it was and turned it down a bit.

Usually, I keep it so hot I actually turn red from the heat, but I was already sweating so I had it on warm.

After my shower, I crossed the plan of seducing Peter off my list, because I was no longer gonna follow through with it.

I had already made out with him and was silently praying he didn't remember for my sake, but I had a new plan in mind.

Peter was bound to be in a relationship with Elise by the end of next week and I wanted nothing to do with that

She was just a really toxic person and with the whole Evaders thing, I was surprised Peter didn't just fuck me considering I was exactly like the girl Kevin describe.

I was Amelia Armstrong, and my body count was higher than the Eifle Tower.

I started scrunching my hair in the smaller towel that was in the closet, and then pulled a bigger one around my body.

My new plan needed to be catching the family assassin.

At the same time, I didn't wanna worry about that either because if he wasn't in Sunset Valley I shouldn't bother trying to lure him out.

Plus I would be taking a risk of Peter finding out who I am, and I didn't want that either.

My gut was telling me he would though and that worried me.

I don't know how he would react, and if he would tell his mom so this had to be discreet.

"Stop stressing," Owen says, eating a grape on my bed.

I turn towards him and glare, rolling my eyes at his shirtlessness.

"Get out my room," I grumble.

He gives me a once over multiple times and then chuckles standing to his feet as I walk to my dresser and grab a red bralette.

"How about no," He laughs, following behind me.

I slip on some cheeksters, still holding the towel to my chest and then quickly pull the bralette over my towel right in front of him.

Owen makes hard eye contact with me, while I adjust my tits and then smirk at him.

When I'm dressed in the undergarments we just stare at each other until I raise a brow, dragging my finger across his chest as I make my way to the closet.

After Owen's gorgeous body is no longer in my vision, I drop my hand only to have my wrist grabbed and yanked back into his chest.

Good God, he is hot.

"You really gonna tease me like that?" He asks.

I stick out my tongue and smirk as his hands drop to my hips, giving me a tight squeeze.

While he just roamed his hands over my body, I thought about what Kevin had told me.

How all of them weren't virgins and that they knew how manipulative girls work.

Owen thinks I'm easy and it's probably the vibe I put off, because of how open I am when touching a guy to get what I want.

Since I know how they think.

I eyed Owen carefully trying to figure out what he was thinking, and by the look of it, he was horny.

"I'm not gonna sleep with you," I tell him, placing my hands on his chest.

Owen laughs, but my face stays serious.

"I'm for real, Owen. I know what you want, and I know what I want but us fucking-" I trail my hand down his pants.

He sucks in a quick breath and then lets out a quiet moan.

"-It's just not gonna happen..." I whispered, backing away from him and then heading into the bathroom.

From a distance, I hear him curse and it makes me smile, that I could get him all worked up.

Men.