Chapter 14

Peter POV

"Darcie, I don't like her. Please be careful…" I pleaded, Darcie picked out a light pink dress.

"Yes, Peter. Look I seriously doubt she is related to Josiah!" She shook her head and walked into the bathroom to get changed. I sighed and put my head in my hands. She reappeared looking beautiful in her dress.

"Peter I'll be back soon…" She kissed my cheek and left the room. I heard her walk away and I walked over to the window. After a few minutes I saw her walk away from the hotel, linking arms with Alma. I knew Alma was related to Josiah, I just knew it. Darcie thought it was paranoia but it's not. I know it's not and now Darcie could be in danger. I could follow her to the restaurant… just to check on her… I quickly ran down stairs to the lobby, Demetria made her way over to me. She was in a tight black dress, her hips swaying, my gaze stuck on her.

"Going somewhere handsome?" She put her arms around my neck. I inhaled her scent, she hadn't changed from the last time she held me in this way… a way that was too affectionate. I pushed her away and nodded.

"Yes, just out for some fresh air." I continued to walk but she held my wrist and spun me round.

"We had so many good times when we were together…" She cooed, brushing her lips against my skin.

"We weren't exactly together… it was make believe… you needed legs…" Demetria was very beautiful and a good friend but I didn't ever love her. She began to sing softly, her singing grew louder and higher. "No…" I felt myself losing control of my actions, she was becoming too irresistible… I couldn't help myself, my lips crashed onto hers and it felt so good. I closed my eyes, the kiss deepening and she traced her fingers up my shirt. I held her body close to mine, her curves were perfect.

"Shall we take this somewhere more… private?" She whispered, I nodded. I continued to kiss her more and without breaking the kiss we entered the elevator up to my room.

Darcie POV

We got in the elevator a few minutes after ten o' clock. It wasn't too late and it would stop Peter from worrying. Alma came as well, to take me back to my room. We walked up to my door and I thanked Alma for taking me home.

"I'll just say sorry to Peter for keeping you so long and I'll depart to bed." She smiled. I opened the door with my key. The room was dark except from the bathroom light that shone on certain parts of the room. On the floor was a black dress and Peter's shirt, trailing up to the bed where Peter, shirtless held a lady in her underwear. 'Peter?' I whispered. He turned around and gasped.

"Oh shit!" He hissed, pushing the woman out of his arms. "Darcie, no, no, it's not what it looks like!" He gushed, running over to me.

"Then what is it then?" I spat. The main light suddenly flipped on. Peter had her lipstick smeared around his lips, down his neck and on his chest. I looked over at the woman in the bed, Demetria…

"What is going on?" Alma said. She gasped when she saw the sight. "Who is- Demetria?! How unprofessional…" Alma tutted. "Peter, I'm… shocked…" She uttered. Peter pulled me into his arms and nuzzled my neck.

"I'm sorry Darcie, I love-" I pushed him away and slapped his cheek making his head snap to the side. "I deserved that…"

"Yes, you did. How could you?! I came back early because I was worried about you and you were here, sleeping around with an ex-lover!" I cried, tears running down my cheeks.

"I never loved her!" He cried back. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking but you know what mermaids are like!" I froze and turned to Alma, she looked slightly confused. "Oh, she knows about mermaids Darcie! She's related to Josiah she knows about the Neverland creatures!"

"I think you're drunk Peter." Alma sighed. I let a silent sigh of relief. "Darcie, I think it would be best if you came with me for the night… or a few." Peter shook his head violently.

"No, Darcie, please! Stay, stay with me!" He begged like a dog. I shook my head no and took Alma's arm as she led me away. "DARCIE!" Peter screamed after me. I ran to my other room in the hotel but Alma stopped me.

"No, stay in my room. In case Peter disturbs you." I nodded and Alma took me to her suite. "Take my bed, I'll stay on the sofa…" I smiled and thanked her. She came and sat on the side of the bed, brushing my hair with her fingers and dabbing my tears away with a handkerchief. "Now, how about I contact your father, yes? Tell him to come here?" I nodded and she walked over to the telephone and dialled a number I waited patiently. "Ah, hello Carl, it's Alma. Yes, I'm fine, I've actually found your daughter in Paris, yes, John gave his consent for her to come here with Peter. Yes, Peter her… well ex-boyfriend now." I guess she was right we weren't together anymore. "Yes, you'll be here by morning? Oh wonderful! Oh she'll be delighted! I think she should rest now but you can speak to her tomorrow, ok, I'll see you then! She sends her love! Good bye!" Alma put the phone down. "He is coming out for the morning, he was concerned and he has something to talk to you about…"

"He does? What is it?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know, I'm sorry. You'll see him tomorrow, goodnight dear." Alma blew me a kiss and went to the bathroom and snuggled into the bed sheets and drifted off to sleep.

I was woken up by loud clapping. Alma stood there with a brand new peach coloured dress in her arms. "I bought this for you!" She smiled. The dress was lovely, Alma herself was wearing a navy blue pencil skirt and a white blouse. "Get ready your father is waiting in the dining room!" I hopped out of bed and took my outfit from yesterday off and slid my new dress on, I didn't dare look at the price. I brushed my hair and washed my face. "Ready?" Alma said. I nodded and took her arm as she opened the door. We walked past Peter and my old room, as soon as we walked past the door opened, revealing a very tired looking Peter. He tried to follow us but Alma snapped around. "Follow us and I'll turn you into the police!" She spat and stormed off down the hallway with me. Peter stood frozen in the hallway.

We walked into the dining room and I spotted my dad in a clean cut suit, he looked up and smiled when I walked in. He stood up from his seat and held his arms open for me, I ran straight into them and held him back.

"How's my princess?" He smiled.

"Ok, I guess." I sighed, he held me tighter.

"Sit we'll have breakfast! Good to see you Alma." He winked. I wouldn't mind having Alma as a step mother. We sat down together and he ordered us all a croissants and pancakes. "Now Darcie, I have something to ask you." He took my hands in his. "How would you like to live with me instead?" I was a bit taken back. "Now, now if you don't like it after a few days you can go back but just try it yes?"

'Well, I guess I could try?' I hesitated and he smiled.

"Yes, of course, just try it! We'll have a wonderful time you and me, princess!" He laughed and I smiled. What would Peter say? Our breakfast arrived and I left most of it, I didn't have much appetite. "Now, princess, is there anything you desperately need from your room?" Peter.

"No, there's not." I shook my head.

"Great, we'll leave now!" He said and stood up.

"N-now?" I stuttered, it was all so soon!

"Yes now! To London Darcie!" He cheered. I smiled but my heart sank a bit. I hated Peter but I should at least say goodbye or tell him where I would be? Alma had already packed her things and we headed out to the lobby. As if by fate, Peter was there. He looked at my dad and growled.

"I told you, if you followed us I'd-" Alma pointed her finger at Peter but I lowered her arm.

"I just need to say something to him." They walked a bit away, giving us some privacy. Peter took my hands in his. "Peter, I'm going with my dad…" Peter's face hardened and he shook his head.

"Dad? No… no you can't!" He pleaded, I shook my head.

"'If I don't like it I'll go back to Neverland." I said and sighed.

"Darcie, you don't know what he's like! Please don't do this!" He pulled me closer.

"You don't know him either!" I shouted. "Good bye Peter." Peter sniffed and a few tears ran down his face. He was crying? I turned away and walked towards my dad.

"Darcie! He left your mother! He left her because she wasn't rich enough! John told me to keep you away from him! He hates me! He's wanted this all along! He doesn't care about you! There has to be some catch!" Peter yelled after me.

"Such filthy lies!" My dad spat and took me in his arms, hugging me to him.

"Darcie! I need you!" Peter bayed. I continued to walk out of the hotel, I turned around and saw Peter collapsed on his knees, his head in his hands. It broke my heart but he'd cheated and had the cheek to lie about my dad.