The Girl He Craves

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Sophie’s pov

The old man, who now I know was Aiden’s grandfather, swirled in his chair so he can get a better look at me.

His eyes are cold. Dead. And annoyed.

Aiden’s words had rendered me speechless so much so that I had completely turned a blind eye to the two bulky men standing in the far corner.

Must be Aiden’s grandfather’s bodyguards.

They stood with their hands tightly clamped together at their front, their posture stock.

I looked at Aiden, muted, confused, and stunned.

Did I really hear him right?

Did he just call me his fiance?

My fingers clutching the door handle tremble.

I have no idea what to say. How to react.

I’m lost.

“A fiance with no ring?” Aiden’s grandfather grumbles tightly, eyes sweeping down to stare at my hand.

My hand that’s bared of any ring.

My heart slams. Maybe this wasn’t a dream. Maybe this was actually happening and Aiden had just called me his fi-

ance.

“I’m still searching for that perfect ring. My woman de- serves the best after all.” Aiden answers bluntly and walks around his desk and approaches me with a look that told me to play along.

But what the hell was he playing at?

Aiden comes to stand beside me, his arm rooting around my waist. “Sergio meet Sophie, my fiance, Sophie meet Ser- gio, my grandfather and chairman of Harrington.co.”

My eyes widen.

Chairman!

firm, as if warn- ng me to not

to play this game or not. Especially when I had no clue why

of Harrington.co, this

really want to

me closer, another

you can notice on his ace, but

forced into a small box,

lowly in warning, low for me alone

hear.

face. He’s wearing a grin on his handsome face but I was not

was a forced grin and for whatever reason, he

I sighed.

This was trouble.

faintly. “Nice to meet you

fa- ther is not my son, his mother is

reddened. Embarrassed

Mr. Harring-ton. Please forgive my

over to Aiden and he asked

up and swal- low me whole. I

arms tighten around my waist like steel as he an- swers Sergio with

very intelligent woman

then I remembered that we were playing a role. And that role made him commit to defending me. If he want- ed

the both of us, his eyes showing that

posture as Aiden kept me close. You couldn’t blame me, Aiden being close to me did things to my

did not want to feel these things with

on my face and I can almost see all

his stare, feeling violated by the furious displeasure

His eyes swang over to

this was twenty questions about my

the

regarded Aiden with

have I gotten myself

Don’t you think I deserve to know when

swore I could literally hear the gritting of Aiden’s teeth as he answered. “I only got

In fact he looked like Aiden’s words had left