Alexander’s POV As far as Sussex sports was concerned, the annual Clifford Race was more than just a race; it was a spectacle, a testament to Clifford’s significance and repute. My best part of the Race was showing Arthur Clifford that I was good for something, walking off with their trophy, wearing their glory on my back. Like every other year the crowd's anticipation was palpable and amidst the sea of roaring engines and flashing lights, one name echoed louder than the rest: Alexander! “It’s the 50th season of the Clifford Race and we have Sussex’s most seasoned drivers on the field ready to battle it out for the winning spot… Reigning champion Alexander Clifford would be riding the latest Cliff 500 and new on the track is Simon Clarke… a known face in the Clifford Empire but a rookie on the field” The commentator’s voice surged from the microphone. “Alexander! Alexander! Alexander!” The crowd chanted my name across the field as we sat strapped in our vehicles ready for the R
Alexander’s POV It was all her fault, she and her extravagant excitement for Simon was responsible for my incredible defeat. I was vibrating with anger, still strapped in the car, my vision, burning with fury, drenched by the usual feeling of neglect and abandonment, watching Simon steal my glory. I see Richard swaggering over, his smile wide and mocking. He leaned against my car, tapping on the window with a gloved finger. “Alexander…. Rebel of Sussex bested by a rookie driver" Richard jested, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Fuck off Richard” I raged. He laughed, derision coursing in his tone. He was certainly enjoying the sight of my defeat. “Just listen to the crowd… they wanted Simon… nobody wants you here Alexander" I jump out of the car, heart thudding with fury, lunging at Richard, catching him around the throat, my fingers exerting my wrath on his neck. He gasps and clawed at my hands tightening around his neck, his struggles weakening by the second, his face turnin
Catherine’s POV “Alexander?” I ask Ophelia on the breakfast table, that’s missing Alexander. “He left rather too early for work….he seemed off balance…in-composed….so unlike himself” Ophelia narrates thoughtfully, her face telling a deeper story than her words. So he leaves me hot and aroused last night and he’s off balance? I chuckle crudely. “Is everything okay child?” Ophelia tenderly reached into my thoughts. I take her eyes, they hold so much care that compel me to expunge my rattling emotions. “We had a… sort of quarrel” My head replaying the entire events of last night. His rapid shifts from vulnerable, evil and roused, all in a span of a minute. I feel my cheeks flush. “Well whatever it was, I have never seen Alexander that affected….nothing ever affects him…it’s the first time I would see him that way” “Oh Ophelia…” I expunge the heavy breath I have been holding down, taking her full gaze. “He’s such a devil” “Oh come on child, he’s your husband, a little bi
Catherine’s POVI pace about my room, anxiety, fear, torment attacking my insides, wrecking my insides; I wanted to know, I needed to know, I needed to see it for myself to believe it. Richard Clifford had planted a seed inside me and it wasn’t withering.After my little discussion with Ophelia at breakfast, my anger had been re-wired, hosting sympathy for Alexander’s gory childhood and a shred of understanding, maybe he wasn’t a devil after all, I concluded in the corners of my mind. But as the night weaved it’s darkness and the cold marinated the air, a ghast longing for Alexander tore at me; and yet he had wickedly denied me his presence all day, leaving my mind to ruminate on all manner of thoughts including Richard Clifford’s words.He fucks his stepmother as a hobby— he said.He’s a brute, through and through— he said.The Manor has become their sex cave- he said.Skulk around them at dusk— he said.I fling my door open, eyes blazing like torches, hauling down the hall to Alexa
Catherine’s POV Eventually, my legs had caved from the kicking at the door and my voice drained out from too much screaming. Alexander had locked me in the room and disappeared, leaving me to expunge my rage at the door, probably still banging Olivia without a care in the world. I rub off the webs of sleep, clinging on to my eyes, I must have dosed off from my exhausted yelping. Suddenly, I hear noise, it’s panicky, frantic, then I hear groaning, loud groaning that sound a lot like Alexander. I can hear Simon too and Olivia, loitering in the background. I jump to my feet, pressing my ear unto the door. “Open the door” I bang at the door intensely. “Catherine?” I hear Simon from the door. “Yes, Alexander locked me in” I cry. I hear the sound of the lock and the door swing open. Simon gawking at my pale frame and sunken eyes, asks tenderly. “Catherine, are you okay?” “Yes, what’s going on…?” My eyes trail the distance of the groaning sound coming from down the hall. “It’s Ale
Alexander’s POVFirst I hear the sounds of my breathing in my ears, strong and clear and next it’s the sound of another, soft and faint.I stir awake and I feel a weight, draping over my body; my mind works my mental confusion before my eyes open weakly and I catch a glimpse of full black hair splashed on my chest.I try to move but my body does not cooperate, it feels like needles poking my ribs.I try to speak, a muffled sound escapes first and then a muted tone. “G-et up”She moans and snuggles closer to me; I nearly yank her off but my lazy limbs can’t move.I consume a deep breath and exhale, my eyes flickering about my environment. I figure I am in my room but who the fuck is draped on my body. All I see is hair and an appealing body.“Ge- t up” I force the words with more strength and she moans and then whimpers, stirring slowly and she wakes.It’s her; the freaking Angel, saggy blue-eyes, disheveled hair and pale.When she makes my face, her eyes widen excitedly. “You’re awake
Catherine’s POV“Catherine” Olivia’s rich smile greet me as soon as I shut Alexander’s door and my smile leaves my face immediately.“Olivia” I frown, a mental image of Alexander banging her surfaces in my head and I feel all the thrill in my nerves zap away.“I must check in on Alexander” She said, gesturing at the door, where my back almost grazed.“You mustn’t” I return a hostile smile. “Alexander is indisposed at the moment”“Oh really?” Her smile starts to fade into a frown.“Yes really….when he’s fully recovered, you’ll get to see your STEP SON, like every other member of the Manor”She glared at me. “Simon was right about you, you do have a little fire….” She leaned forward, her mouth in her ear. “But be careful, I quench fires” She whispers and pulls back, restoring her scripted smile.“Bye Olivia” I shove my fearlessness in her face.“You can hide him all you want but once he recovers, we both know whose arms he’s running to”I dip my voice to an urgent whisper, gravely disgu
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