Good Boy (Hamilton Lams fanfic)

You Will Still Be Mine

A/N

This chapter is created by my friend Gamin_G because he volunteered to do so and so I let him. He will basically help me finish this fic soon, thanks dude 😸. So enjoy his part...tbh his storyline is much better than mine XD

Alex's POV

Drip. Drip. Drip. I poured all of the remaining coffee in my cup. I grab the creamer and sugar and mix my coffee. Two teaspoons of creamer, two teaspoons of sugar. Put it in a drink container. Add ice. Shake. Shake harder. SHAKE HARDER. Pour in a cup . Add whipped cream. Done.

I grab two loaves of bread. I pop it in the toaster. I take a sip of my coffee. "Toast is good but I prefer a good old-fashioned baguette but hey, that's just me." Lafaytte entered the breakroom, grabbing a baguette from the bread box. "Hey Laff." Laffayette took the bread knife and spread butter on his baguette. "You know, I overheard your ex ranting about how awful John is. I really wanna tell Daddy George-"

"Don't call him that."

"Ahem, don't interrupt me. We really need to fire Thomas. He is so egotistical, douchey, not to mention the fact that all the cheese he brings for the mac and cheese he makes in the breakroom stinks. I can still smell the extra rotten cheddar. I think it's penetrated the wallpaper... goddammit Thomas."

I take a whiff of the breakroom. Ew. What a pungent smell. Pop. Oh, the toast is ready. I proceed to walk to my cubicle- Oh wait. I have an office now! Duh.

I walk inside my office and I look at the couch. John was napping on the couch. I carried him to my table and I set him on my lap. The clock on my table was ticking. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I'm still trying to get used to the new surroundings. The new office looked completely alien to me. The new desk. The new chair. The couch?!? We can have some "fun" on that.

John was still sleeping, his head nuzzling up to my thigh. I don't know what he did all day. All I know was that John kept leaving my office and when he went back to my office, I could hear Thomas screaming something about a goddamn cat and how he wants it to die, idk. I don't know what he did, but whatever it is, it really made him happy.

I closed my eyes and then the clock's hands showed that it was 5:30 pm. I let out a yawn. Not much was done today. I'm sure George won't need me anymore so I carried the resting John and I headed for the elevator. The doors were almost closed until a hand stopped it. "Excuse me." Thomas's voice reached my ear. "Going down?" I asked my scratch-faced co-worker. "First floor." He entered the elevator. Since I was carrying John in my left hand, I reached for the button for the floor when Thomas and my hands touched in an attempt to touch the button. We paused for a moment as the doors closed.

We stood there in awkward silence. "How was your day, Thomas?" I decided to break the silence. Thomas stood silent. I sweated nervously in my spot. "Awful. Your.... "pet" feline has been a nuisance to me all day. Take my advice, leave him out in the street."

"But-"

"Leave him out in the street. To die."

John's ears were twitching. My hands were shaking. Why was this elevator taking so long?!? I opened my mouth. "Now listen here Thomas, Joh-"

"I don't care. I despise him and you because I desire for you." He tried putting his goddamn arm around mine but I swatted it. "What about James?"

"What about James?" Thomas leaned in to kiss me. With all of my fury, I smacked his face. His face was emotionless. Ping. The doors opened. I raced out of the elevator. "Alexander Hamilton, I swear on my life that I will make you mine. No matter what."

I was racing towards the door when I heard him shout, "You will still be mine."

John opened his eyes when we reached the parking lot. He let out a yawn. "That was a nice nap. So, what's for dinner?"