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!

more firm, as if warn- ng me to

play this game or not. Especially when I had no clue why we were play-

chairman of Harrington.co, this man was

I really want to

me closer,

you can notice on his ace, but his grandson

was forced into a small box, unsure

warning, low

hear.

wearing

and for whatever reason,

I sighed.

This was trouble.

back to Sergio, smiling faintly.

fa- ther is not my son, his mother is my daughter. Hence, he doesn’t have my last name.” He

Embarrassed beyond

so-rry Mr. Harring-ton. Please

sweep over to Aiden and he asked

time I really did want the floor to open up and swal- low me whole. I made a fool out of myself

tighten around my waist like steel as he

intelligent woman and would be your future granddaughter-in-law.

coming to my defense was both shocking and con- fusing. But then I remembered that we were playing a

looks at the both of us, his eyes showing that he did not believe

kept me close. You couldn’t blame me, Aiden being close to

these things with

on my face and I can almost see all those bad things he

under his stare, feeling violated by the furious displeasure

eyes swang over to

did not know this was twenty questions

literally feel the irritation rolling off

regarded Aiden

I gotten

Don’t you think I deserve to know when my grandson gets

of Aiden’s teeth as he answered.

fact he looked like Aiden’s words had left a bad taste in