The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

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Right this way miss,” Margo uttered while guiding me through Sergio’s huge house. I try to memorize the curves and corners so I would not get lost on my way back.

It’s difficult when all rooms look the same. But I don’t dare utter my confusion to Margo.

She stopped beside a huge door, turning towards me as she wrenches it open. “Here you go,” She smiles politely and I’m grateful that not everyone is as vile as Sergio in this house.

“Thank you, Margo,” I thanked her with a smile of my own and entered the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned against it until I heard her fading footfalls.

When I was sure I was alone, I peeled myself away from the door and strut over to the wall mirror and the sink.

I looked at my reflection and sighed.

There’s worry in my gaze, buried deep but I can detect it.

The worry mounted when Lillian brought up the pregnancy. For a second there I forgot about it and one wrong move would have made everything crumble down.

I let out a breath through my parted lips. “Oh Sophie, what had you got yourself into?” I shook my head and opened the faucet.

I washed my hands, leaning over the sink to pour some water over my face. Closing the faucet, I lift my eyes up and they connect with my reflection.

I cannot make Sergio push me in a corner and boast his triumph of finally cracking the barriers I held around me.

I will not make him succeed in trying to push Aiden and I apart.

Patting my face with some tissue, I tossed it in the toilet bowl and flushed. Gawking at my reflection ‘one least time, I let out a strained breath and opened the door.

when my eyes land on Lillian leaning against the opposite wall, a cold

out of the room, in means to

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

my tongue, annoyed that she was trying to converse with me when we both knew she didn’t like me. That glare she sent across the table straight at me when Aiden whispered in my ear told

and knew she had peeled

under my chest,

Better.” I

nod, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes,

sense the hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling to

my eyes, unpleased by her tactic to

I aired in a sickly fake sweet voice that she caught right away because

fake short laugh, stepping

her head, her eyes sending sharp daggers my way. “I remember how sweet he can be. He has always been this way, especially to me. You know, everyone thought Aiden and I would be the ones

way. It must be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience what a joy it is to plan a wedding. I am sure someday he

I got on her nerves. Serves

worry, things always work out in my favor and I always get what I want,” She then fakes a smile, beaming

I know how awful you might have felt when you read it. The media can be such a bitch sometimes.” She rolled her eyes, letting out a

What post is she

she was quick to elaborate to her

the homewrecker in Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Told you everyone thought we

and speechless as I stare at her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an article. Nor

vomit. The media was playing me out to

my arm gently. “But don’t worry, the article was magically taken down quickly. I mean, I’m

from her touch, my eyes dropping to the

floor as I try to not feel so nauseous. I can only imagine