Chapter 54 Peter
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Her eyes flicker.
Trying to find a way to get away from him.
She swallowed hard as she watched Peter with cautious eyes.
Her hope's gone when the back of her knees touched the foot of the bed.
Peter continues to walk forward, and she stumbled on the bed.
She was about to crawl away when Peter grabbed her ankles and pull her towards him roughly.
"No, no, please, let me go!"
Leslie screamed as she struggled to get her feet away from him.
The dress she wears risen, showing long slender legs, her black lace panties and the small baby bump on her stomach.
Peter put Leslie's front body on his lap. Careful of the bump on her stomach.
"Stay still." Peter ordered.
Leslie stilled as her breath in her throat, stuck when he spoke.
Her heart thumped in nervousness, knowing what he would do.
***
Peter woke up with Leslie trying to move his arm off of her body.
"Stop moving." He pulls her body closer to him, causing Leslie to groan.
"Peter." Leslie gritted her teeth as she breathes in and out, trying to control her temper.
"Mmhm?"
"I.want.to.puke." Leslie draw the words out of her mouth one by one, annoyed.
Peter, who was about to fall in a deep slumber, stir up hearing Leslie's words.
He groaned as he lifts his arm off her body.
Leslie didn't waste any more time as she sprints towards the bathroom.
Puking her guts out.
Flushing her puke, she decided to take a shower.
She groaned seeing the marks on her body.
After Leslie finishes showering, she dried her body with the towel provided in the bathroom cabinet before walking to the sink.
Seeing the hickeys on her neck, she stormed off the bathroom and towards Peter, who had fallen asleep.
"Peter fucking Rodriguez!"
She pulled the sheets off of his body and immediately regretted it, seeing his naked body.
Peter grumbled as he opened one of his eyes and saw Leslie with a towel wrapped on her body. Standing before him with flushed face and her left hand resting on her hips.
"What?" He drawled out the words as he sat up with his hands behind him.
"I have a show today."
Leslie throws the sheet back to cover his lower body.
"For me?" His eyes widen before he smirked and leaned towards her.
"For my fans."
She crossed her arms as she gave him a blank look.
His mouth formed an O before leaning back.
"When?" he asked.
"In an hour." Leslie replied impatiently.
"I'll tell my driver to drive you." Peter said before he lay back on the bed properly with his hands behind his head, preparing to sleep.
A sniffle broke out.
Then, a quiet sob rang through the room and entered Peter's ears.
He sprang out of bed in time to see Leslie sped walking towards the wardrobes.
"Oh shit!" Cursing, he ran after her.
Leslie wiped her eyes harshly as she opened the wardrobes and skimmed frantically through her dresses.
Her blurry eyes frustrated her more when it obstructed her eyes from seeing clearly.
Feeling defeated, she throws the dress on her hand, back to the wardrobe. Her body slides down the floor weakly. Luckily, a pair of arms catch her before she fall.
"Hey, hey, hey...don't cry...Shh..."
Peter's heart beat rapidly in his chest when he catches her body seconds away from falling down the floor.
He carried her bridal style towards the bed and he sat on it with Leslie on his lap.
He cursed, not knowing what to do to calm her down.
He doesn't know how to comfort a woman other than his mom or his sister.
All he'd done after a night with a woman is to leave money. Then, put on his shirt before he went his way.
But, Leslie isn't any woman, to begin with.
She's the mother of his child and someone he's sleep more than once.
The first woman who made him lose control and affect his judgement.
And now, that woman is on his lap, crying.
And, his heart twisted in an uncomfortable way seeing her teary eyes.
So, he settled for a hug and a long kiss on her forehead.
Awkward and sweating.
That was all he felt right now.
"I hate you." Leslie said after bawling her eyes out.
"Mmhm."
"I despise you."
"Babe, isn't it the same word?" Peter's eyebrows scrunched up.
"I want to kill you."
"Babeee..." Peter drawled out the words as he lifted her chin.
"You're dumb."
"Sweetie-" Peter gritted his teeth when Leslie cut him off.
"You're insensitive."
"Okay, that's enough!"
Leslie pouted as she looks down on her fingers.
"Now, tell me. What's wrong?" Peter lifted her chin again, looking intensely into her eyes.
"You."
"Me?"
"You left hickeys on me."
"And? What's wrong with that?"
"I am a fucking model, Pete! And I will be wearing a dress where I can't hide the hickeys you put on me!"
"What's wrong with showing the hickeys?" Peter asked as he pushes her hair behind her.
His eyes darken seeing the hickeys on her neck, feeling satisfied that he put his mark on her.
"Urgh! I'm done talking with you!" Leslie groaned frustrated, as she got up.
"Not before you answer me." Peter said, catching her arms.
Leslie closes her eyes, licking her lips.
She put her hands on her hips before she looks at Peter with fury.
"I have my own reputation, Peter! What do you expect peoples will say when they saw this? I can cover a hickey with foundation but hickeys?"
"I don't care what those people will say. At least, they'll know that you're mine," Peter said.
His tone turning husky and his eyes darken once more seeing the hickeys on Leslie's neck.
"You-!" Leslie opens her mouth to argue but end up closing it when she saw the looks on Peter's face.
Peter pull her arms towards him, causing her body to fall on his.
"Peter, no! I'm going to be late to work."
Leslie try to move away from his hold but failed.
Peter flips them over, so Leslie is now underneath him.
Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, he called her manager that Leslie will be taking a week off of work.
Leslie tries to reach for his phone only for him to bind her hands on top of her head.
Of course, the manager knows who Peter Rodriguez-the billionaire he is.
Throwing the phone back on the nightstand, Peter looks down on a flushed Leslie.
Leslie groaned in defeat when he pulls the towel off of her body.
Peter leaned down to kiss her lips when his other phone rang. He ignored it as their lips moulded together.
His phone rang once again, stopping their heated kiss.
"Damn it!"
Peter stopped as he stands up and walks towards the table at the end of the room.
He picked up the phone.
"What now? This better be important, Noah!" He spoke in a low voice to his right hand, Noah.
"We caught one of Keith possible member."
"Are you sure he is Keith's member? Where is he now?"
"Actually he is a she and she's being tortured down the dungeon right now."
Peter walk towards his wardrobe, pulling out his clothes.
"What? She? Who's torturing her?" He asked as he put the phone between his neck and shoulder before wearing his clothes.
"Selena."
His answer made Peter cursed as he is finally done with his clothes.
"Keep me updated." He said before ending the call and walk towards Leslie who is oblivious to where he was going.
"Sorry, babe. I've got business to do," He said before landing a deep kiss on her and a lingering kiss on her baby bump.
"We're not done here," He smirked seeing her flush state.
Peter arrived at the base and put the mask on his face before he strode to the dungeon.
Noah and Alexei were waiting for him outside the cell door.
He runs past them into the cell and saw Selena, who was about to plunge a blade into the chained woman's heart.
He caught her wrist, causing the blade to fall down on the floor.
He pushes her arms behind her, making Selena scream her lungs out in pain.
"What did I say about finding information from our prisoner?" Peter asked her in a low voice.
"Kill them if they're not useful-Argh!" Selena screamed again when Peter stepped on her foot viciously.
"To-to wait for your order!" Selena yelled the words out in pain as tears leave her eyes.
"Noah!" Peter called out.
Noah came into the room just as Peter throws Selena towards him.
"Punish her." He said before turning to the chained woman.
Peter was too busy handling Selena that he didn't even have time to study their prisoner just now.
He lifted her chin up.
His eyes went wide in shock when he saw who the person is.
"Nana?"
"Shit! No, no, no!" He tapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up.
He checked her pulses and sighs in relief, finding a slow pulse on her neck.
He quickly unchained her before carrying her out of the cell and ran to their emergency room.
His heart is pounding as fear loomed over him.
Vale had lost too much blood, and her face was as pale as a ghost.
He put her on the bed gently.
"Where's Mike?!" He roared upon hearing footsteps closing in.
"Here...sir,"
He turned around and saw the private doctor and his assistant, Kelly.
He reached up to him and grabbed his collar.
"Look here. If you failed to save my sister, I'd end yours. Do you understand?!"
"Y-yes, sir," The scared doctor answered as he trembled.
Peter ran his hand through his hair before stepping out of the room.
Four of his best friends walkout following him with a confused look on their face.
"Man, what's wrong? Why'd you take the prisoner here?" Scott asked.
Peter grabbed his collar and pushed him on the wall raging.
"She's not a prisoner! She's my fucking sister! Do you understand?!" He growled as the other pulled him away from Scott.
"Where is the fucking prick who dared to kidnapped my sister?" He asked no one in particular.
"Selena brought her here. Saying that she's involved with Keith. She saw Keith talking to her." Damond his other friend said.
"Fuck!" Peter cursed.
That prick doesn't even know how to protect his sister, and he expects him to give them his blessing?
"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!"
