CHAPTER FIFTEEN: IT’S THE ALCOHOL TALKING

Alexander’s POV

I did not miss her neither had I questioned her absence all day. She had only popped up into my head for about five minutes at different intervals of the entire 24hours of the day and in all of those minutes, I had dismissed the thoughts of her decisively until now.

Simon had just pulled into one of the designated gravel patches in expansive parking lawn of the Clifford Manor in the cold night after the sun had disappeared from the sky; the grass, lush and velvety under the moonlight. It wasn’t the flashing hazard lights that got my attention, neither was it his unusual swagger. It was her-Catherine Kent, bursting with giggles right next to his driver’s seat.

Overhead them, from my bedroom balcony, my eyes narrow into the darkness, scrutinizing them as Simon gingerly headed to her side of the door, unfastening her seatbelt, carefully maneuvering her out of the car. He draped her unsteady body on one arm as he shuffled between shutting his door and keeping her on h