Catherine’s POV I sniff back the pool of tears streaming down my eyes. I don't even know why I am crying. Maybe it’s because we just shared a wild ride of sexual bliss. Maybe it’s because I saw a glint of tenderness in his eyes, sitting by my bedside, maybe because he didn't send me back to my room and allowed me have a long rest and shower in his bedroom. Maybe because I thought we shared something and exactly two hours later, he is flirting with his temptress step mother! “Here” A familiar voice cuts into my sobs. I turn and its Simon handing me a tissue. He had followed me out to Patio. “Thank you” I grab it and begin dabbing my wet face with loud sniffs. He takes the seat next to mine and I can feel his stare on me. “I want to ask why you’re crying but I get the sense I know why” Simon, so softly says. I take one loud sniff as if I am drawing courage for my next words. Taking his eyes, I blurt. “Is your sister having sex with Alexander? His eyes widen as he falls bac
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
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
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
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
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
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
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