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.

surprise when my eyes land on Lillian leaning against

in means to avoid her but

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

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

her heels and knew she had peeled off the

crossed my arms under my chest, staring

well. Better.” I answered her

ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes,

the hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling to stay clear of

her tactic

aired in a sickly fake sweet voice

fake short

sending sharp daggers my way. “I remember how sweet he can be. He has always been this way, especially to me. You

so sad that your father didn’t get to

nerves. Serves the bitch right for trying to feed more

always get what

felt when you read it. The media can be such a bitch

brows furrowed. What post

must have seen my confusion because she was quick to

shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Told you everyone thought we would be

at her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an article.

was playing

her fingers touching my arm gently. “But don’t worry, the article was magically taken down quickly. I mean, I’m sure millions of people had read it before it was taken down, it was published by a popular

away from her touch, my eyes dropping to

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