Alexander’s POV I woke up to the unfamiliar sensation of warmth beside me. Slowly, reality set in—I was not alone. My arm, instinctively draped over her waist, tightened its hold, afraid she might vanish if I let go. She stirred, her eyelashes fluttering as she opened them. “Morning," She whispered, soft. “Morning," I replied, my voice rough. I did not want to move, did not want to lose this feeling of peace I had never felt before. Frightening as it was, I did not want to lose it. She shifted slightly, trying to create some space, but I held on tighter. "Don't move," I murmured, burying my face in her hair, I take a satisfactory sniff of her Cherry scent and I make a pleasant sound. She laughed softly. “We’ve been like this all day Alexander, I’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on.” “Let them wonder.” I say, securing my arms around her. She giggles softly, the most satisfying sound I have ever heard. “Ophelia would worry.” She continues making her case. “We’ve
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
Olivia’s POV “Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!” I barked, pacing horrendously in my new apartment. The new apartment was a far cry from the luxurious Manor I had grown accustomed to. As I stood in the living room, the beige walls seemed to be mocking me, the generic furniture seemed to spitting at me, and even the floors seemed to be chastising my feet. The doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. Simon came through. I watched as his bewildered eyes scanned the apartment. "I can't believe Alexander would kick you out. You had such a hold on him.” “This is just a temporary setback, a minor hitch.” I clenched my jaw, fury boiling beneath the surface. “What happened Olivia?” His eyes dipped into mine with a slice of concern. “He found out about the underwear. He knows it was a set up.” “How?” “I bet it was the Pigeon. I guess we underestimated her.” I pace biting on my finger nails, an exercise that usually seemed to tame my anger. “Wow….I just can’t believe he would choose her o
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
Catherine’s POVHe didn’t listen. Instead, he tightened his grip, his face inches from mine. "You deserve better than him. You deserve someone who would treat you with respect. Someone like me.” He cried.I struggled against him, fear giving me strength. "Not with this attitude Simon. Let me go!"“I want you Catherine, I have always wanted you. I want to give you everything that you deserve. I want to love you and hold you and never let you go.” Each word rising with urgency.“I don’t want you Simon….and I won’t ever want you like this.”His eyes flashed with anger, and he pushed me against the counter. "You don’t know what you want," He growled. “One moment you’re kissing me and the next you’re fucking Alexander all over the place. Do you have any idea how I felt watching you two, on the balcony, on the table, your screams, your moans. I want to know how it feels to be in your arms Catherine, I want more than a few kisses.”He tried to kiss me, and I fought back, using every ounce of
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
Catherine’s POV I woke up disoriented, my body tangled in unfamiliar sheets. My mind struggled to process the details of the room—his room. How did I end up here? I distinctly remembered falling asleep in my own bedroom, fuming over the latest argument. The sound of water running in the bathroom brought my thoughts back to the present. He was in the shower. I felt a surge of anger rumble inside me and then a tinge of desire to go join him but I was mad at him—furious, actually—but there was no denying the pull he had over me. As he stepped out of the bathroom, steam swirling around his muscular frame, my breath caught. His hair was damp, droplets of water tracing a path down his chest. I bit my lip, willing myself to stay mad, to remember why I was so upset. “What are you doing here?” I blurted out, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “This is my bedroom,” He answers casually, running a towel down his naked torso. Focus
Simon’s POV I was in Alexander’s office, my heart pounding in my chest as I sifted through documents on his computer. I need to go through his Email, for the latest Intel on his meeting with the Spanish investors. If I was going to make a move for one of them, I needed to know what they had agree with Alexander. The humiliation of being kicked out of the company still stung, but thankfully, Alexander was late, he must not find me here. I needed to hurry and leave before he arrives. If Alexander found me here, it would ruin everything. I moved quickly, my hands shaking as I rummaged through the system for any and every information that could help our plan. The door suddenly creaked open. My heart stopped. I turned around to see his assistant, Jennifer, standing there, surprise etched across her face. “Are you looking for something Mr. Simon?" she asked, suspicion lacing her tone. . My appointment with Clifford had not been terminated officially but I needed to know if Alexander