All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: WALK OF SHAME

Simon’s POVHeading back to the Manor, I felt like an excited teenager who had just had his first kiss. In my head, were sounds of symphonies and Melodies’ that played endlessly.After the kiss, Catherine retreated into silence and I, occasionally stealing glances at her as we drove back, supposed she was hosting guilt over the kiss but unexpectedly, I wasn’t. I felt ecstatic, euphoric, fulfilled and there was not a single doubt in my heart. I was smitten by Catherine Kent and I knew now that I could not stop.“Simon” I hear Olivia’s voice pop out of the darkness, once I walk through the door with Catherine. “Goodnight Simon” Catherine dropped immediately, not sparing another look at Olivia and hurried away from our presence.“Hmmm” Olivia hummed. “You look mighty happy”I shift my eyes from Catherine’s disappearing back view to Olivia and I meet her mischievous smile. “Wipe that smile off your face….we only went for a drive” I lie, motioning towards the bar, where she stood. Still
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?

Alexander’s POVSoaking in the chamomile, scented bath water, Olivia had her legs extended, her toes running imaginary lines down my naked torso. We had concluded our seventh round of climax and orgasms and landed in the tub, and still I could not shake off the relentless thoughts of Catherine Kent. She was a different woman last night; I could not help but wonder Simon’s role in her uncommon boldness. Had he been wayward with her? He could not have, he would not dare touch my bride! I roar inwardly.You practically gave him permission to Alexander, stop with the tantrums.“Alexander….” Olivia’s voice caves through my unyielding thoughts. I snap out of my mental fog and meet her eyes. “You never stray when you’re with me, it’s the second time you’ll do it now…”“Richard… he’s a pain in my ass” I lie; I could not possibly tell Olivia Clarke that I had been haunted by thoughts of the blue-eyed angel the entire time I was inside her.“Richard is a fly; you’ll crush him easily….” She dip
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: CLIFFORD RACE

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
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: CLAUSE 15’

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
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: THE DEVIL’S STORY

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
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: CAUGHT RED-HANDED

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
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE DEVIL ALSO CRIES

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
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: SWEET REVENGE

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
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: MARKING MY TERRITORY

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
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CHAPTER THIRTY: THE OTHER ME

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
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