The Billionaire's Fake Fiance

Chapter Twenty Eight

The shrouded canopy made visually him more vital, Richard thought with a weary sigh. After that kiss with Jean, he had abruptly excused himself and had come down to the building premises to take a walk. The squared acre plot was sanctimoniously green, and there were grass designs of a lion, and also a big peacock, fluttering its wings. His company building looked amazing, even the area surrounding it.

He wondered off into the distance, his mouth slightly agape. Her taste was still alive on his mouth, and his length throbbed with need. Jean. He could feel her sweetness diffused in his tongue and it made impossibly hard for him to control going back into his cabin, grabbing her and then kissing her to his heart's content.

He restrained his sexual instincts, remembering Jean's words: You're not a sex addict.

He wasn't. He knew that. But all his restraint and goodness went into dust, the moment he saw her. And it happened, every single time. He was addicted to her. He was a sweet person, that's what his brothers said, and even Ben agreed to that, but when it came to her, he was just bad. So very pervert-like, that he wanted to strangle himself.

He was wanting her. My god, he was waiting her like crazy. It wasn't only sexual, though. When he had heard that she was in an accident, his heart had almost stopped beating, and it had seemed that all life was gone. Moreover, he couldn't stand the thought of Alan coming any closer to her, and he wanted that bastard to be in jail! Not only with Alan, he couldn't stand the fact that after all this was over, she would be with Neil.

Fuck!

Without giving that any thought, he strode inside the building. The elevator dinged, and a blonde guy was coming out of it. His eyes were dark, and shallow, almost like a pond. His hair was long, coming upto his shoulders. Richard could never forget that face; that innocent, goody face that concealed a hideous person. Alan Matthews.

Alan grinned at him, flicking his hair at the back. His eyes standing stable at him, "Hey, what's up, R?"

In the band, all of them used to call each other with their initials. Richard gagged at him, wanting to throw up. "What...are...you...doing...here?"

Alan stood in front of him, adjusting his cotton shirt with one flick of his hand, "Oh, I came to meet Jean. To check if she's okay." he winked and Richard couldn't help but feel absolutely nauseous.

Richard was taller than him; taller by several daunting inches. So he took advantage of the fact and towered over him. "What the hell do you want now? Why are you back here?"

"I'm back for her. And I'm gonna get her." Alan gave a pompous smile, his gait just like a preying crocodile.

Richard didn't back down. There was an unusual strength surging through him. "You touch her, and you're dead." He gritted his teeth, his voice cold and distant.

Alan growled. "I'm not scared of you, R. If I decide something, I do it! Just like I ruined your voice, years ago."

Richard gulped, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat, but he was a Hamilton, and he refused to bow down. "Huh, I'm a good person, Alan Matthews, and probably that's why I didn't shove you in jail. But--" He came closer to him, his eyes evaporating cold threats.

"if you, by any way, try to hurt her, or come close to her, I'm gonna fucking destroy your life! Just, be aware."

That was it. Richard didn't stand around to hear his reply and went past him, into the elevator. The door closed with a ding and within the gap, he saw Alan evacuate the building. His heart raced around, and the thought of her swirled in his mind. Did Alan do something? Was she okay?