Undercover Heiress

Part Thirty

Chapter Thirty-Two: Is that your stripper money?

I knocked on the basement door figuring the guys would still be up and in the man cave.

Sure enough, they were and Owen let me in with a shocked face as I dragged Sydney's body on the ground.

"Did-did you kill her?" He asks me in a high pitched voice.

I gave him a funny face and grunt, dropping the bottom half of her body.

"What?! No of course no-"

Kevin cuts me off, holding up his hands with raised brows.

"If yes, I know a guy who can hide the body," He tells us with a serious face.

Omg.

"Guys, seriously-" I try only for Nicholas to interrupt.

"This is what I meant by you gotta be careful-"

"He can do it in thirty minutes top," Kevin says, pursing his lips.

"I never liked her anyways," Owen sighs, flopping on the couch.

"Maybe we could just toss her in the dumpster," Nicholas suggests, jutting out his lower lip.

"I'm for real, this guy is a pro at hiding bodies," Kevin chimes in.

I glance around the room with an open mouth, feeling like my head will explode.

"You guys are scaring me, just put her in the guest room down here or something," I tell them.

Kevin jumps up with a smile on his face, walking towards Sydney.

"On second thought, I'll do it. No offense but I don't trust you around unconscious bodies anymore.." I wince.

All of them look between each other and then go back to what they were doing.

I huff and then pick up her legs once again, dragging her across the floor to the wooden door.

"It's okay if she's really dead, my offer to hide the body still stands," Kevin calls in a sing-song voice.

I shake my head at him with a disgusted face, reaching for the door handle and then barging into the what I thought was an empty room.

When I drop her legs and stand up straight I see Peter and Elise making out on the queen bed.

"What the fuck!" I yell, furrowing my brows.

They both spring apart, rather startled that someone walked in on them.

"Oh yeah, Peter's in there with Elise!" Owen shouts, high fiving Kevin.

Elise licks her lips, tucking the chunk of curled bangs behind her ear as Peter blushes.

What the fucking hell.

I scoff, putting a hand on my hip and glancing between both of them.

"Sorry-" Peter starts to apologize when I hold up a hand and close my eyes.

"Don't even, just get out please," I tell him, and then look at Elise.

She had a smirk on her face and raised a filled in brow at me before clinging onto Peter's bicep.

He shivered and then turned his head down as they both brushed past me.

"We were this close to taking our clothes off when you-" She held up her pointer finger and thumb about to squeeze them together when Peter yanked her out of the room.