Alexander’s POVI have never had a woman sleep next to me before or tried the repulsive exercise of cuddling neither have I ever longed for a woman’s embrace. I loved my void, I worshipped my void and yet here I was, abdicated in her arms, relinquishing the brute in me.It wasn’t the chills that lurked in the dark walls of my room, or the pain shooting from my ribs; or the torturous nightmares which haunt me that yielded me into her embrace, it was something else, something I couldn’t quite place that was grossly terrified of spending this night without her.The sunlight cruised through the rustling curtains, my pupils wrestle first before accommodating its shooting rays. I feel light, missing the body weight draped on my left arm. My glance flickers and the bed is lacking Catherine Kent.I can’t tell how long I have slept but doctor Brown’s pills plunged me into a peaceful slumber and Catherine Kent’s warmth served a soothing reliever. Who knew cuddling was so therapeutic. Fuck Ale
Catherine’s POVSay it Catherine, go on, say it! My goddess squeaks, Don’t Catherine! My Kent cover straps me in.No more hiding Catherine, say it, say it, say it!“I want you to bend me over on this table…..” My eyes mark a spot on the table and spring back to his. “… and fuck me” That’s’s my girl! My goddess squeals.His eyes stills. “Did Ophelia lace your dinner?”“No, I am perfectly fine Alexander” I whisper, my heart summersaulting in my chest.His penetrating grey eyes examine me with detailed scrutiny. My breathing, hard and fast, flutter through my lips as he scoots over to where I’m standing, towering over me, his hued gaze, dipping into mine. “Be careful what you ask for Angel” He turns to leave, I clutch his hand, his eyes making a swift switch from my grasp to my eyes.“Bend me over…..right here” I pin a finger on the empty expansive table.“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He glares.“I do….”“You’re a fucking Angel” His forehead nearly touching mine, “I can b
Alexander’s POVI have my eyes pinned on her, pacing, waiting for her eyes to open; I plan on scolding her, drilling her with tons of questions— my head racing with thoughts, frightening thoughts, imploding thoughts.For one, who the hell was that woman last night?And my prayers are answered, she stirs awake, her eyes fluttering and slowly they open— blue, hazy and shy.Shy? Shy? No Angel, you can’t just turn shy this morning. You have freaking questions to answer.“Who are you?” I scowl, driving a frightening gaze into her.She moves, straightening out in bed so her back dug into the pile of pillows.“Speak Catherine, who the hell are you?” I glowerYou break my clutch, run me wild, push me past my limit, an Angel indeed.She swallows, her face shifts with embarrassment but I don’t buy it, how could I? When she grinds like the devil.“Dominic Kent led me to believe that you were a good, innocent, modest woman and what you did last night leads me to believe otherwise….. so who the he
Simon’s POV Olivia rushed into my room from the gym; of course, she was going to dig right to the bottom of our brawl. “What the hell was that, you and Alexander have never had beef?” Her eyes hanging on me like an anxious child. My chest plunged with heavy breaths, glued to my image in the room, mentally reminding myself of my prowess. Alexander Clifford was no better man than I was. “Speak Simon, what happened? Olivia enforced, tapping me away from the mirror. “Well your boy suddenly wants me to back off from his wife” “What?! What?!” She exclaims, her glare traveling with unnerving thoroughness. “So that brawl was about the Pigeon?” “Yup, I guess she is not a Pigeon after all” I heave the words out. Olivia retreated into her mind, her imploding thoughts ploughing her gaze. “Something must have happened while we were away…Did he tell you what happened?” She clocked her wrenched gaze on me. “No…. Apparently, he owes me nothing” I chuckle sardonically. “He thinks h
Alexander’s POVRichard, sitted in his usual position at the opposite edge of the imposing oval table of the grand Clifford boardroom broke the quiet hums and anxious murmurs.“We have a 24 hours window to sell off our shares from ULTRA before the stock crashes” I fumbled with my palms that only itched to shove a right hook into his blanching arrogant face.I roll my eyes over to George Baker, the oldest on the board but not the wisest as I have come to notice, pitching in. “I agree with Richard the ULTRA market is showing signs of an impending crash.If we do not sell now, we are looking at a devastating loss”And then Alan Walker, with his usual avid response, chipped in, “24 hours is too hasty a time; we could end up selling our shares for less than nothing. I mean we've weathered storms before. If we sell, we'll be abandoning our long-term vision and the hard work…. again, for less than nothing” “I think it’s better we sell for less than nothing, than lose everything all together
Alexander’s POVI push my door open and I am greeted by Olivia Clarke.“Hey baby” She is in my robe, in my bed.Her seductive voice, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the cool night air, creating an intoxicating ambience.I shut the door as my eyes cruise the bulge of her breasts glaring through the un-girdled robe.She stood, revealing more of her voluptuous body, “I have missed you baby….” She purred her voice low and inviting. She leaned back, letting the robe slip slightly, revealing a glimpse of smooth, bare skin. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, a seductive smile playing on her lips.“Come here” Her finger signal me and I respond like I’m hypnotized.My legs motioning, my eyes unflinching. “Come here my boy” Her voice softening, becoming more intimate as she cups the sides of my face, bringing my head down to the valley between her breasts. I inhale her intoxicating vanilla scent, like a wolf picking a scent. Holy shit! I pause, a whiff of cherry. I sniff more inten
Simon’s POVI burst into the Clifford Manor, blazing through, drooling of rage and shame, my heart thudding loudly in my chest, my hands fisting, itching to send a deathly hook into Alexander’s jaw.“Simon…” Olivia’s voice cuts into the darkness, I hear her footsteps hustling after me but I do not stop, charging into my room, slamming the door forcefully behind me.How could I have lost now? Now? When Catherine’s heart was at stake, how could I have lost her, to him? To that fucking brute who didn’t even care about her. The creak sound of the door interrupts my thoughts, I turn and it’s Olivia, as expected, ever the meddling sister.“Simon…” She reaches closer, cupping my chin, scrutinizing my busted lip. “Who did this to you?”“Fucking Alexander Clifford!” I heave, through gritted teeth.Her brows furrowed with a frown, assessing my face further. “Alexander did this?”I am pacing, panting, steaming with rage, my words come with heavy breaths. “Yes”Focusing her unflinching gaze. “Wh
Catherine’s POV“Simon….” I call, rushing out the door after him. He is just about to pull open the car door. He pauses but he won’t look at me.“What’s going on Simon? Why are you running off on me?” I ask with a tint of humor.“I’m not running, I just have a busy day” His voice, tight and cold.“Is something wrong Simon?”Something’s wrong, I know something’s wrong.“No, Catherine, I just have have a busy day” He responds sharply, still not looking at me.“Look at me Simon….” I hear his mumbles of reluctance.“Simon, look at me….please”His head, slowly, hesitantly, stir towards me and my jaw drops in a gape of astonishment.“What happened to your face?!” I exclaim, taking his face in my hand.“It’s nothing” He says, easing my hand off his face.My voice seasoned with concern, “Your lip is torn Simon, it’s not nothing” “I said it’s nothing Catherine; would you just leave it” His head titled sideways, slightly sneering.“I thought we were friends” I pout.His head makes a reluctant