All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alexander’s POV What the fuck? My head screamed as I leered through the glass door. I saw the exchange clearly: a man whose face I could not see who seemed to be hitting on her, and to my dismay, Catherine seemed to be playing along, her laughter light and teasing. The man’s gestures were smooth, his smile self-assured. My jealousy flared instantly, and I strode into the store with primed anger. I dashed into the bookstore, immediately taken by fury as my eyes confirmed what I had seen from the glass doors. My day had been challenging enough, and I was eager to pick her up and head home. As if feeling like some love struck romantic for even wanting to pick her up was not enough, I approached the front counter, to see an unfamiliar man leaning in close to her, his eyes bright with flirtation. “Catherine,” I said, my voice icy as I approached. I could feel my irritation pressing down on me. “What’s going on here?” The man turned toward me, his smile faltering as he took in my tense

Catherine’s POV “What is that for?” I gaped at the red rope that dangled from his index finger. I perched at the edge of the bed peering up at him, my forbidden book open in my lap. Alexander towered over me, a red tape hanging on his index finger. His eyes bright and inciting dug into mine. “Your hands.” My eyes investigated the tape warily and I could feel fear hijack my nerves. Alexander leaned downwards, taking both my hands and clutching my wrists. “I’ll have your two hands taped above your head.” He demonstrated lifting my hands up and just the mere thought of it made me shudder. I had been hammering him for days to explore my forbidden book with me. He was of the opinion that we did not need the book but finally he caved in after I issued a threat that if he did not try it with me, I would try them on my own. Now here we are with a big red tape and my hands trapped in the air. It certainly seemed easier on paper than reality. I looked up at him, his face hinted just a

Alexander’s POV Olivia Clarke was the last person I expected to see when I pulled into the parking lot at the office but there she was standing there; arms crossed defiantly, her expression one of stubborn resolve, flanking by her car in a dare devil red dress in her dark shades with her usual air of arrogance. The air I once used to long for but now felt pungent. Shit! I had forgotten to remit her allowance. How? Since when do you forget anything about Olivia Clarke, Alexander?” I gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to steady my nerves. As I stepped out of the car, her face twisted into a scowl. Her dark eyes were alight with anger and betrayal. I could see her desperation in the way she clutched her coat around her, as if it were a shield against the world and me and honestly, I felt a sting of guilt. Olivia was the one person in the world that I could trust with my life. “What the hell are you doing here?” I mask my guilt, my voice sharp with frustration. The last thing

Catherine’s POV All day long, I had been longing to do only one thing—confront Alexander. I had left the store earlier than usual and he had arrived home a few hours after I did. He was in the shower and my nerves could not sit still until I had unburdened every single load in my chest. And by load, I meant, Olivia Clarke. The sound of the shower turning off and the subsequent silence made my heart race. I knew he would be coming out soon, and the conversation I had been dreading was about to begin. When he stepped into the bedroom, still dripping wet, his facelooked relaxed but also wary. He looked at me, his eyes immediately locking onto mine, sensing something was off. The sight of him, tall and rugged, his body glistening from the shower, was both familiar and frustrating. I caught his eye, and he seemed to sense the tension, as if it hung between us like an invisible thread. “Who is Sarah?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my efforts to keep it steady. His brow furrowed i

Simon’s POV The heavy rain pattered against the car windows, relentlessly, dripping tension into my veins. I slid into the passenger seat of Richard’s car, my heart pounding with the rage that had been simmering within me. Fucking Alexander Clifford was refusing to back down and every second that he remained president, I was losing my ground and losing her too. I was losing Catherine Kent, the only woman I had ever come to love this way. “Richard,” I greeted him with a curt nod. His eyes were sharp and unyielding, as they met mine with a look of frustration. He had been waiting for this discussion, and so had I. Richard, leaned back in the driver’s seat, his face was a picture of frustration and irritation. “ It seems we would have to re-strategize, Alexander is proving more stubborn than we thought. Can you believe he signed the Al-Nasir’s?” He went straight to the point, the tension in his voice was tangible. “Yes, I heard. The Al-Nasir’s are quite rebels like himself. He was sm