All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alexander’s POVAs I approached the living room, I heard soft laughter—Catherine's laughter, mingled with a voice I did not recognize. My pace quickened, a knot of unease tightening in my chest. Turning the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.Catherine was sitting in the couch, her posture relaxed in a way I had not seen her before. Next to her was a man, a man I recognized to be the same man who drove her home the night before. He was seated rather too comfortable in his Oxford shirt and pants, and Catherine, indulging him fully. They were deep in conversation, the kind of easy, intimate exchange that felt like a slap in the face.“And who the fuck is this guy Catherine?" I demanded, striding up to them with my usual arrogance, my voice cutting through the room like a blade.Catherine looked up, surprise stretching across her face before she settled into a cold, defiant gaze. The man rose to his feet, a tall, six feet slim male, who looked like he came from money. His expression ca

Catherine’s POV Dr. Brown sat at the edge of the sofa, his briefcase placed squarely on his lap. It felt like I could hear the sound of a clock ticking in my head, shivers running down my spine and although it looked like it, I was anything but calm. Why are you tense Catherine, you know the baby is his. I swallowed clutching unto just a dice of confidence. Alexander sat in the opposite sofa, one leg crossed over his knee, rigid, his jaw set, eyes fixed on the briefcase. Then there was Olivia, who seemed a tad bit nervous, occasionally shooting sneaky glances my way. Simon, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as if he had a weight pressed on to his shoulders. I grimaced hating the fact that my privacy was suddenly made public knowledge. Well if Alexander did not mind, neither did I Dr. Brown finally broke the silence, clearing his throat before he spoke. "Mr. Clifford, as requested, I have the DNA results you've been waiting for." My heart pounded in my chest as if I didn’t know

Olivia’s POV Pushing open the door, I stepped inside and I saw him waiting. Just the sight of his back view and I was already salivating. My rebel had come to my room and damn! I was mighty pleased. A smile spread across my face. “Alexander," I said, closing the door behind me. "I knew you couldn't stay away." He did not smile back. He had his usual hard, unreadable rake expression that made me want him even more. Walking towards him with a sway in my hips, I say, "I have missed you so much baby.” His eyes flashed with something I could not quite decipher. "It was you, wasn’t it Olivia?" I paused, tilting my head. "Oh? What are you talking about?" He stepped closer, his presence imposing. "I’m talking about Catherine’s underwear. I know it was you," My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly masked my surprise with a laugh. "Are you fucking serious?" “Don't play games with me, Olivia. You sent me to Simon’s closet…you put it there for me to find.” He said his voice ice cold. I tr

Catherine’s POV In his arms all my reservations dissolved, all except Sarah. The name Olivia had mentioned before she left. The name had been dancing in the corners of my mind and I was tempted to ask but in this moment, right here with him, my goddess wanted only one thing. To be thoroughly satisfied by Alexander Clifford. “Get on with it then.” I murmured, my breath warm against his neck. My fingers traced the outline of his jaw, “Hurry Alexander, I am not wearing anything under.” His eyes darken with arousal and immediately his lips take my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, that dug almost all the air from my lungs. And it deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if I were a drug. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer, and I responded, losing myself in the sensation of his warmth, his hardness. I flipped on my back, his knee driving my legs apart. He thrust into me, I moaned, soft and satisfying. “I want to pull your hair, can I pull your hair Catherine.” H

Olivia’s POV “Who the fuck is it?” I muttered as my doorbell rang, insistently. I swing my door open and it was my Simon, standing there with his boxes, his face covered in frustration and anger. The sight of him caused a jolt of shock to run through me. “What are you doing here? And with your boxes.” I demanded, my voice sharp and urgent. He dropped the boxes unceremoniously on the floor and glared at me. “I did what you asked me to. Tried to fuck Catherine and Alexander caught me.” My stomach churned as I tried to process his words. “How could you be so sloppy?” I asked, my voice tinged with exasperation. “He was supposed to be in Spain!” He shot back, his voice rising in frustration. “How was I to know he’d be back early? You did this, you did this to me!” “I didn’t ask you to go there and get caught!” I shout fiercely. “Well I did and he kicked me out, not just out of the Manor… out of the Company too.” “What! No no no no.” I paced, my anxiety bubbling over. “What the fu