The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

I shouldn’t have come here…..

Aiden’s eyes are set on me, unwavering as he unbuttons his shirt slowly. My fingers curl into fists at my sides as I felt the tingling urge to be the one to remove his shirt.

My eyes drink in every ripple of his taut muscle and I swallowed. This was very unprofessional but so was tugging him into an elevator.

I wasn’t thinking then, and clearly, I wasn’t thinking properly now too. Not with his upper half naked.

Aiden places his white button-down shirt on his desk and leaned on his desk while looking at me with a raised brow.

He looked like a model.

“Aren’t you going to come closer to check for those injuries miss….” He drawled in a heavy husky tone as he waits for me to say my name.

I flinched. Did he really not remember me?

I feel nauseous as I uttered. “Sophie Bell.”

His eyes don’t flicker with recognition when my name rolls off my tongue in disappointment. He was either really good at hiding his real emotions or Aiden had forgotten all about me.

Why did I want to cry?

Why did I want to wail and ask him why he couldn’t remember me?

Why was this hurting so much?

Because you still love him, Sophie. After all these years, after all that happened with Carson you’re still madly in love with Aiden Xavier. My mind reminded me.

Aiden nods and motioned me to come forward with his index finger.

Despite my disappointment and sadness of him practically forgetting about me entirely, I felt desire swirl in my lower regions. There was a heat there that was building up slowly.

My feet move on their own and I’m before Aiden in a few nerve-wracking seconds.

His scent is stronger here and I’m more aware of the tingling in my p**sy by me just standing close to him

“Did you not come here to look for injuries?” Aiden suddenly asked with a heavy thick tone that bounced off the walls of the office and made my insides melt.

G*d Aiden, after all those years, you still manage to affect me without trying much.

on

are you not looking?” I could see the way his lips tried to quirk up and my stomach knotted despite

yes, sorry Mr. Xavier.” My eyes fall to his chest and I can’t

high school, we were never completely bare. This was the first

irritated skin, my concern overpowered that desire and I completely

his irritated skin. I noticed how completely still he got as soon

coffee must’ve caused this Mr. Xavier. I’m really truly sorry, I’ll go get a wet cloth to soothe the irritated skin.” I rushed out and turned around to actually look for that wet cloth but Aiden’s hand wrapping around my arm had me

get Noel to bring the wet cloth.”

around when he peels his hands off me so quickly that one would think I had burnt him. His action had my heart squeezing painfully and despite how cold

eyes are dark, stormy, and blue. They’re setting

the phone on the desk while still keeping his stormy gaze on me. I squirmed at the intensity. It almost feels

wet cloth.” He ends the call as abruptly

staring at me without any flickering emotion and me squirming and having the urge

minute before Noel comes fushing in, panting and all. Her face was red and

of course Aiden seems to not care about her flustered

it to her.” He nudges his chin a little toward me and I’m met with the

though she was currently burying me six feet under with

my hand not too kindly and looks over at Aiden. Completely ignoring

He said. She nodded barely and

in the room again, I

skin a bit. Though I’ll recommend you to get an ointment for that.” | winced when I realized I should be the one to buy that ointment for

and his stare is

irritated skin. “I’m really sorry about this Mr. Xavier.” I winced. My luck today had really screwed

I looked at his irritated skin and refuse to look into his stormy gaze

blue gaze only brought on memories of the past and he made it clear that he had forgotten about

course you hadn’t Miss Bell, you were too busy flirting with your colleague to notice that you were obstructing the way.”

If I do recall, I was

gaze and almost instantly regretted it when

under his gaze again, I stuttered

hand was trying to come up with a way to let him

to make a fool

through mine hotly. My heart leaps, because despite his cold gaze,

throbbed and I am aware of the sleek heat traveling down

hand that held the cool damp cloth/rag on his chest. I sucked in a

brushes against mine. I could feel the hot breath fanning from his parted lips

What was happening?