The Billionaire's Fake Fiance

Chapter Forty Eight

Richard was sitting in his office, thoughts of Jean surrounding his mind. He was getting obsessed for her. Her smile, the acute blueness in her eyes, the pert nose, and pink, luscious lips, everything about her was giving him butterflies in the stomach.

He heard a knock on the door, and slightly ajar, he looked at Grace, who was standing there with a smirk on her lips. "What's up, Richard? You want me?"

And just like that, she approached him, opening the buttons of her work shirt, revealing her pink brassiere. She took her ponytail and tugged it loose, letting her hair open and wild. His heart stopped, sweat drops forming on his forehead. God, this was an act, and ignoring her want of getting intimate seemed impossible now. He wasn't a tad bit interested, or aroused, for that matter.

He sucked in a sharp breath, "Grace, darling, this isn't the time." he tried to dodge the situation.

"Oh, this is, I promise...." She pounced on him, and at the right time, he ducked aside, getting up from the chair while she landed on the chair, hitting her head on the headboard. "Ouch," she screamed, rubbing her head.

He stiffened, "Oh, shit, sorry, sorry." Fuck, he wasn't a tad bit sorry.

She smiled, getting up and coming towards him. "Come on, Richard, show me that you want me." She snaked her arms around his neck, caressing his cheek. She pressed her body into him, and laughed. "Oh, your muscles are so taut, and ready."

Oh, god, was she really talking dirty to him? The matter disgusted him totally and all he wanted was to jerk her away and be done with it! He was trapped. He wasn't able to take her closeness, yet he couldn't push her away with the fear of making her suspicious and prepared.

"Grace, look, look..." He put his hand on her waist reluctantly. "babe, let me take you to my house, today. You can do whatever with me in my house." He didn't know why he said that, but he knew calling her to his house would make her unexceptionally happy. Happy because she would love to go to his house, because she was a gold-digger.

She pecked him on his cheek, dismissing herself from his arms. "Okay, sure."

He was right!

For Lord's sake, he wanted to disable every part of his body that had wanted her at some point. He prided himself for being a decent judge of character, but he had misjudged her and he had misjudged Jean. Jean was everything he always wanted in a woman; she was angelic, she was beautiful, inside-out, she was just....

He watched Grace leave not before giving him a sexy smile that seemed to irk his senses more. His mind went blank, and then suddenly his phone rang obnoxiously taking him back into reality.

It was Alex's call. "Hey, Alex, what's-"

"Where's Jean?" His brother's voice sounded restless.

"Wh-why, what...happened?" Even as he spoke, he could feel Alex's loud, panicked huffing on the other end.

"Alan and Grace know that we know! I'm not sure if they know that all of us know or not, but I think they know something!"

"How can you say this?"

"Because Riley can't access the camera! He thinks they found out and broke it! Where's Jean? Her cell is switched off! She's in danger! Alan's location was last traced near your office! Rich, where's Jean?" His brother shouted at the top of his lungs.

Richard felt himself getting numb. His body got heavy, as if there were large amounts of weights hurdled on his shoulder and was he was forced to walk hundreds of miles. He dropped the phone into his pocket, not caring to know if he had disconnected the call on his brothers face or not, and he dashed outside. His legs gave way to fatigue but he didn't stop.