CHAPTER FOURTEEN: IT COULD BE YOU

Catherine’s POV

After another unbelievably deafening quiet breakfast and Alexander’s usual vanishing. I took to the poolside with one of the novels I had snuck into my bag after Lydia Kent re-arranged my things over a hundred times.

You don’t need these things Catherine, you are going to be a wife now, it’s time to grow up—she said. Thank God I didn’t believe her.

I had been thought that a woman’s desire for sex was to be controlled and managed to a reasonable extent so her suitors don’t think her to be lose. I had grown up to see how women had been thought to restrain their desires and shamed for exposing them and even in marriage, I had never seen Lydia Kent start up any fire or exchange any romantic gestures with Dominic Kent.

I often judged myself for my desire for the wild and dangerous. Sometimes I was even ashamed—a good Kent daughter, a good girl should never nurse such wild thoughts and yet I Catherine Kent did.

I realized my crave for the wild when Adolpho, my fi