The Girl He Craves

Aiden’s pov

“Now now, Aiden. Is it not too early to give me such an attitude-

“Sergio, you’re getting on my last d*mn nerves. I know you’re behind this sh*t. Get them to take down that post.” I snarled, gripping the phone tightly while imagining it as Sergio’s neck.

There’s a heavy pause until he answered. “What post are you referring to, Aiden?”

He was playing the oblivious card but I knew better than to think that he was innocent in all this.

He had a hand to play with Lillian being shifted here and he also had a part to play with the papara*zi getting to Harrington.co just as Lillian and I were heading out.

It was not a coincidence, and I was not dumb enough to think that she also had no part to play in this as well.

“You’re seventy Sergio. You’re an old man. When are you going to stop playing those silly games? You know what you did, at least man up to it and admit what you have done.” I hissed lowly and spared the closed door a glance.

I was trying my best to keep my voice even so Sophie would not take wind of it, but Sergio playing dumb was slapping more fury in my body.

There is so much I could take until I snap.

Sergio was treading on my last nerves. And he should really tread lightly.

He laughs on the other end, dryly. “The way you speak to your grandfather worries me Aiden. What will become of your son? Will he regard your father the-

“Old man,” I barked, feeling the veins on my neck protrude. “Do not bring my son and father into your nonsense. You’re beating around the bush, trying to move away from the elephant in the room. I know what you’re capable of Sergio and I know you have a part to play with that d*mn article.”

My voice is so loud it booms against the walls and surely had reached Sophie’s ears.

A few ticking seconds later I get confirmation when her sweet voice bubbles through the door, easing my anger slightly.

“Aiden?” She knocked on the door lightly.

“Dada,” Ash murmurs softly after his mother and my heart

shatters.

didn’t want him to hear or see this part of

pinched my eyes tightly, and sighed. “It’s nothing to worry about Soph. I’ll be done soon.” I tried to reassure her but we both know

my belly sink and her fading footfalls urge me to go after her and pull both her

arms.

that strong pull and cemented myself there until I was

voice brought me back, and the

tick, my glare burning on

time to talk. It would surely be a

are you

the walls as I’m tempted to hurl the phone at their

“I want to invite

“Sophie’s sick, we can’t make it.” I

could strike a deal.” He clicked his tongue and I

breathed out hot air of

be pleased with himself that he had

attention that there was an article written about you and Lillian Muralo,” Sergio draws out and I can just imagine the

“You slimy b*stard-

I started but he

names will

to them because of the rage that bubbled in my veins. I knew this old b*stard had a part

do you want Sergio?” I sighed, exhausted by this

man tactics.

chuckles, pleased

post that really does not look too good for your image and you in return come

image and how the world sees me. I only care about Sophie

will. I would walk

accepted the devil’s

demon clothed in humans skin, I pinched the skin between my

a feeling Sergio had played a part

wished this wasn’t his