My Billionaire Neighbour from Hell

Chapter 32: Trouble Rising

CHAPTERS 56-61 ARE NOW AVAILABLE ON RADISH.

Also, I plan to change the title of this book, not by much - just to throw out the "billionaire" word. Instead, I will make this into trilogy under the "HELL" word.

BOOK I: My Neighbour From Hell"
BOOK II: My Past/Mafia Boss/still considering From Hell
BOOK III: SECRET FOR NOW :)

At the moment, those five chapter are part of book II, which is set five years before events in book one. It includes Alis and Nik's past and the mysterious Wolf guy (who reads on radish will know who).  Read now, another update tomorrow here and few on radish.

...is what I'd love to say, but seeing as I forgot to upload it a month ago, I'll upload 5 chapters here now. Enjoy the update spam.

P.S. Probably unedited. I always forget to edit on wattpad.

CHAPTER 32:
TROUBLE RISING

"You are not going out looking like that!"

Eight hours. Eight fucking hours he spent sleeping after he caught the goddamn cold and all the hell let loose.

Alis stood there, in front of him with that amnesia still affecting her barely-existent brain, wearing incredibly short leather skirt and way too revealing shirt that barely covered her boobs. Her hair was curled before being pulled upwards and as much as his dick twitched at the incredibly well defined legs those leather boots with high heels drew out, he couldn't allow himself to praise her.

First thing first, he was still cold and in no state to have a boner, second — he was way too pissed off. He came to terms with it, he wanted to fuck her. Not just as one night stand like anyone interested into another person wants and then be done with it, not just for the sake of burying himself deep inside of her and satisfying his needs — seeing her like that and getting incredibly pissed off and jealous, with his possessive self back in the action, he finally realized it.

She was his and he wanted to make her his even if she becomes the death of him. He wanted to have her every night in his bed, to fuck her every single second he's next to her, to make her depend on him so much that she couldn't imagine her life without him by her side. It wasn't love-like at all or something.

He didn't love her, but after two years of not having a proper sex, BDSM interaction at that matter he never thought he'll need again, he has been proved wrong.

He was just a man that couldn't help but think with his lower region.

"Oh? And what can you do to make me stop?" Back to his point, he only took a longer nap and decided to enjoy for a while knowing that runt without memories is harmless runt that won't be pulling pranks on his ass, when suddenly — BANG! She looked like she was ready to fuck the first man behind the corner she comes across off.

"You're staying here tonight Alis and I don't care if I have to tie you to my bed tonight—" just as he started, she interrupted him.

"Oh please, who are you to tell me anything? Didn't you say that we weren't siblings and shit?" things have obviously taken a sharp turn to a dangerous degree.

"Alis, do not test my patience! You are not going outside looking like a fucking hook-up!" he almost roared from anger making her gulp.

She didn't remember that man, he surely wasn't someone she didn't want to have anything with, because she'd be lying if she said that she didn't want to spend the night with him. Moreover, she wondered why was she so close to that man as if to spend time in his home. Where did she even live? Who was she, really? What was her connection with Nikolas?