Undercover Heiress

Part Twenty-Seven: Peter

Chapter Thirty: So about what happened at the party

"Yes," I answer.

I was adopted and I'm not ashamed.

As a baby, I was given up, and I never knew why nor did I know who my birth parents were.

Yeah, it sucks, growing up with this feeling of emptiness and like you were never good enough to be loved by your own parents but Holly showed me what true love and affection was and that made up for my sucky childhood.

"Age thirteen I was adopted, so I spent my whole life from day one up until then being bounced around from home to home," I told Bailey.

She sucks in a deep breath probably regretting the question she asked me but I don't mind talking about the topic.

"How'd you find out?" I ask her.

I know Holly didn't tell her because she understood it wasn't her place to just out that fact to anyone.

"My mom told me, in a letter that got mailed to me this morning." She admits, staring at her folded hands.

Oh.

Is that who my moms been talking to on the phone this past day?

The secret phone calls late at night and early in the morning.

Maybe...

"What's your story?" She quizzes, raising a brow at me.

I laugh, tilting my head to the side a little at her cuteness.

"What do you mean what's my story?" I ask.

Bailey smiles at me and then leans in, lightly pushing my shoulder back and I can tell she's trying to make it so I don't feel awkward.

"I mean what's your backstory, like what do you remember from before you were..." She pauses.

"Adopted?" I finish for her.

Bailey nods and then I roll my lips into my mouth, crossing my legs.

I sigh loudly and let my tongue kiss my teeth before answering her question.

"Umm, well I was first in an orphanage with a bunch of bratty kids up until age eight who would purposely make it look like I didn't do my chores so I would get in trouble.."

That was always fun.

"So I would get punished for that, but then I went to my first home until I was about nine years old but was sent away because their older son hurt himself but made it look like I did it," I scratched the back of my neck.

Bailey raises her brows and then I smile at her.

"Then I was in a shelter until I was eleven, and this big family adopted me so I was really happy because they seemed nice,"

I close my eyes and chuckle silently to myself remembering that home.

"But then I was sent away after three months because their daughter would continuously sneak into my room at night to do nasty things with me,"

She winced and I nodded.

"After that, I was in a group home until age twelve when this old woman took me in to clean her house, but she had schizophrenia and would chase me around with a butchers knife.."

I shake my head.

"God she was always on some kind of drug, and so I called the cops one night but she was an awfully good liar and so I ended up getting taken to a mental asylum because she made it look like I was the psycho."

Bailey puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it as a form of reassurance.

"Finally I was in that asylum until I got a visit from a Mrs. Kingston who was studying psychology..."

She smiles at me and I grin at her, feeling energy run throughout my body.

"My mom was my psychologist and when she saw that I showed zero signs of being psychotic, so she brought me home and I've lived with her ever since."

Confiding to Bailey about all of this made me trust her because she didn't say anything once but instead just listened.

"It's a short story but I don't like getting into detail about that stuff," I say shyly.

Trust was a hard thing for me just because of my wackass childhood, but after getting it all off my chest and telling her about it...

Oh my gosh did I feel ten times better!

She rubs my back and I let out a long sigh, scooting closer to her body.

"Thank you, for feeling like you could confide in me with all of that." She tells me, looking into my eyes.

I snort and nudge her shoulder.

"I mean it, Peter,"

My mouth feels dry when she stares at me with that look in her eyes, and I don't know if it was the timing at this moment but I wanted to kiss her.

"Not many people can open up about shit like that, but you did. So that tells me you're a strong person and have a backbone after all of that." She smiles.

I lick my lips and nod, blowing out a breath and staring at the wall in front of me.

"Maybe one day you'll tell me your story," I joke to her and she sucks in a breath.

Bailey looks shocked and slightly uncomfortable so I punch her shoulder lightly.

"Hey I'm joking," I laugh and she smiles.

What was that about?

Finally, we both stand up and she pulls me into a tight hug where I can finally nuzzle my head into her hair, and feel her shiver against my touch.

But when we pull away and just look into each other's eyes, I find myself inching closer to her lips and her not moving.

It's only when were centimeters apart that I hear someone clear their throat from the foot of the staircase.

Bailey doesn't move away and I don't jump at the surprise guest.

"Am I interrupting?" A feminine voice asks.

That's when Bailey backs away from me and I close my eyes, wishing it was someone else.

Elise.

"No not at all," Bailey says, sighing.

Elise waltzes over to where we were about to kiss and has a huge smile on her face.

"Good, then you won't mind if I steal Petey," She chirps, linking arms with me.

Petey.

Makes me sound like a dog.

Bailey raises her brows and then breaths through her nose loudly.

"Nope! He's all yours," She tells her and then points to the stairs with a glare.

"I'm gonna head up, you two have fun... I'll see you," Bailey whispers to me.

Part of my brain wants to ditch Elise and chase after Bailey so I can finish what I almost started, but the other half wants me to stay and see what Elise wanted.

It's when she strokes my arm that I start feeling disgusted.

"So about what happened at the party,"