All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alexander’s POV It had been 10hours, 15minutes and 5 seconds since I kissed her and all I have wanted to do since then, is kiss her again. It was not solely, because she was the first woman I had ever kissed on the mouth, it was hugely because it was an in-exhaustive, unyielding, consuming kiss that only left me longing for more. I could still feel the warmth of her lips against mine, the taste of her kiss, fresh in my memory, the gentle gliding of the car, her body pressing into mine. Damn! Catherine Kent was combustive. Shit Alexander, you are swooning over a kiss? A kiss? I try to shake off the flashes of the images in my head and Catherine springs back, unwavering in my head. You should not have let her kiss you Alexander; you should not have kissed her back. A sharp knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts, the door swung open, it is Simon. “Good morning Alexander," Simon greeted, forcing a smile that did not reach his eyes. Still pining over Catherine, obviously.

Catherine’s POV The sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the breakfast table. As usual, there was a mountain of breakfast on my table but my eyes were fixed, tracing the delicate patterns on the tablecloth as I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, boggled by the memory of the kiss; our first kiss, I could still feel him on my mouth, tingling me to my very tongue. The way he kissed me, the initial hesitation, the intensity, the urgency, the inability to let go, gave me the sense that it was not just our first kiss but his first kiss too. There he was, at the other side of the breakfast table, eyes fixed on his plate, his usual mix of arrogance and silence. His silence was heavy, an oppressive weight that settled over the table, the sips of his coffee the only sound that rustled in the dining room. “Good morning Alexander," I venture, my voice tentative, hoping to steal his eyes from his plate. “Good morning Catherine," He replied curtly, not looking

Catherine’s POV I stir, slowly opening my eyes, blinking and to my surprise, again, it is Alexander at my bedside, watching me, every feature on his face etched with worry, he was missing his usual arrogant gleam and his eyes glinted with relief and care. My eyes flicker and I notice I am in his bedroom. “We need to talk,” His voice was gentle. Instantly my nerves start shivering, rehearsing all the things I said to him last night. I felt a pit in my stomach. I drew in a long breath to calm my raging nerves; Alexander Clifford wanted to talk, Shit! You are in trouble Catherine. Slowly I straighten up in the bed. “You said a lot of things last night,” He said, his eyes piercing mine. “I…was hurt,” I mutter His eyes escape and return. "So what was your plan, to freeze out in the cold?" “It made so much sense at the time.” His brows quirk, bewildered. Then they snap back into place. “And now? Would you rather freeze out in the cold than stay here with me?” Not when

Catherine’s POV Ophelia’s eyes followed me as I walked back to the breakfast table, stretching up luxuriously, feeling a delightful tingle in my limbs, as I let out a happy sigh, my heart still fluttering with joy. Ophelia, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my radiant appearance. “Hmm, Ms. Catherine….” Ophelia started, tone warm yet inquisitive. "You look might happy today, I take it you had a fine night.” I couldn't contain my excitement. I felt like a schoolgirl with a secret too delicious to keep. My cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and I bit my bottom lip to suppress a giggle. “Oh, Ophelia….” I began, practically skipping to the breakfast table. "You wouldn't believe the night I had!" Ophelia’s eyebrows shot up, curiosity piqued. She pulled out the seat opposite mine and settled in with a wide smile plastered on her face. “Come, let’s gossip, shall we?” She prompted, her stern facade melting into a conspiratorial smile. I strolled quickly and settled in my s

Catherine’s POV I stepped out onto the patio and my heart skipped when I saw Simon, sitting there, basking under the afternoon glow of the sunlight, glistening in white and his perfectly relaxed hair, that was brushed completely off his face. He had been avoiding me since the so called RACE he had with Alexander and honestly as much as things had gravitated with Alexander, I did miss Simon and the warm friendship we shared. “Simon,” I call out softly, relieved when he turned towards me. “Catherine,” He stood, trying to make an escape. I approach him, bridging the gap of his escape. “You’re really going to walk away from me like that?” I say, my soft eyes peering up at him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair nervously. Brushing his hand softly, I add. “I miss you Simon.” He breaks contact. “Come on Catherine, I don’t want any troubles.” “Troubles…” I let out a dramatic chuckle. “You are my friend Simon…you cared about me when no one else did. Whenever I nee