The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

I run my fingers through my hair, trying to fix the frays that were reluctant to go back in place.

Aiden snorts beside me as he reaches for the buzzer. “Your hair looks perfect baby, no need to fix it ten times.”

I shot him a glare. If it wasn’t for him, my hair would still be perfectly curled.

But no, his h**ny self had to appear right before we had to head out to Sergio’s.

“This is your fault by the way.” I retorted, huffing as I con- tinue to fix my hair.

Aiden raised a thick brow, his t**kling eyes shooting me with amusement. “It’s actually yours. You know better than to look so hot in my presence,” His eyes rolled eyes over my body and he cleared his throat, lifting his hand to fix his tie.

”

Though you turn me on no matter what you wear. But you know I prefer when you wear nothing at all.” He winks, making me flustered within seconds.

I scowled. “Aiden. Would you act appropriately now? We’re at Sergio’s.”

Aiden rolled his eyes, and threw an arm over my shoul- der. “Don’t remind me.”

He then dips his head quickly, catching me off guard when his lips landed on mine. He kisses me softly, murmuring

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on my lips how beautiful I am.

The huge door parts, making us both pull away from each other reluctantly.

My eyes sweep to the door, the knots that were in my bel- ly before, now slammed right back in, making me nauseous

and nervous.

His grin is wide, but his eyes told different. They were cold, freezing and hateful.

late.” Sergio said, opening his

let

and guided us in. “Traffic.” He

knew that it wasn’t the

we had done before

tightening as if knowing Aiden had slipped in a

out his displeasure he swept his eyes over us and noted. “Ashton is not

answered Sergio roughly. “I do not want my son entering an unwelcoming

gaze darkened.” Now Aiden, this is no

forward. “Mr. Harrington, I brought you something.” I said, trying to ease

ment.

that held the bottle of wine, hoping that this little gift would distract him from

to the bottle in my hand. He looks reluctant to take it, but

the label and sneered lowly. “Cheap wine. I don’t

flinched, not from his loud tone but from his words. What a cruel

them, but I

scurried from somewhere and barrels towards Sergio, her eyes

maids.” He passes the bottle of wine I had just given him to Margo who quickly took the bottle

forward to say something to Sergio, but I swiftly stop him by gripping his hand and giving it a

is stiff beside me, undoubtedly angry that I stopped him from arguing with

looked at him, noting the storm in his gaze.

It was clear that the man was

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me wonder why

he and Sergio

ta- ble for us under the gazebo, shall we?” He makes a motion with his hand to tell Aiden to go

Aiden when he had yet to shift and walk away. His jaw was tight and

“This red stain is rather ugly on your lips grandson, wipe it

forward, his face red with fury. But I quickly pull him back, shaking my head no. He gives me a scowl but

to wipe off the red stain on his lips, murmur- ing reassuringly. “It’s only for a few hours right?

where Sergio disappeared to and his jaw clenched. “I can’t promise anything Sophie. I want to wrap my hands around his neck until his face turns red. It’s a good thing we didn’t

with so we can head on home,” I leaned forward to whis- per. “And I can finish