Undercover Heiress

Part Forty

Chapter Forty-One: Home wrecker

"If someone has my passport, that means they could expose my identity and I could get killed," I told Peter, holding a serious look in my eyes.

I had no clue where the assassin was, but as long as I stayed in the United States and my passport was gone, there was a 50/50 chance I could die.

Not tryna be over dramatic or anything.

"Do you know who would have the motive to take it?" He asked with wide eyes.

I pursued my lips and thought for a moment, knowing the only person that hated me lived in this house.

My brows raised and Peter rolled his eyes.

"C'mon," He started.

I crossed my arms and gave him a look.

"Seriously? Why would Elise go as far as getting you murdered," He questioned.

That is true.

The bitch hated my guts, but given that she has had a drug issue and really wants Peter by her side 24/7 I don't see why she would steal my passport.

She didn't have it in her to plan someone's assassination.

"I don't know who else would steal it, because she was the only one that found out. Plus when she did she tossed it back to me..." I trailed.

Well, this sucked.

"I'm sorry," Peter apologized, looking down at his shoes.

My brows scrunched together and I stared at him.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong," I defended, watching his face fall.

"If I hadn't been so distant, and paid more attention we wouldn't be in this situation," He grimaced.

"That's not true," I say softly.

Peter had his reasons for wanting space and I respected that.

His addict of a girlfriend needed constant watch so she wouldn't do anything life-threatening.

"Hey, cheer up! It's just a passport," I told him, shoving his arm back lightly.

Peter gave me a weak smile and then let out a loud sigh.

"Me too," I laughed, running over to his bed.

I hoped he didn't feel like it was his responsibility to find out who had taken my stuff, because if I ended up getting shot it's not like I had much to lose.

My mom wouldn't really care.

"Do you think if I didn't give you those lessons, you and Elise wouldn't be together?" I asked randomly.

Woah where did that come from...

Peter leaned against the wall and slowly looked up at me with a raised brow.

"I mean if I'm honestly speaking, it would have taken a bit longer for us to start dating. But in a way your help is what gave me the confidence to ask her out first,"

Oh.

I nodded, playing with my cuticles and staring awkwardly at the ground.

What I really wanted to ask was if he liked me.

Just do it.

It can't get any weirder between us.

I mean it could...