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

room, in means to avoid

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

trying to converse with me when we both knew she didn’t like me. That

clack of her heels and knew she had

crossed my arms under

well. Better.”

rolling up to the ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes, I think Aiden

the hostility swimming at

narrowed my eyes, unpleased by her tactic

fake sweet voice that she caught right

short laugh, stepping forward. “Is

has always been this way,

out that way. It must be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience what a joy it is to plan a wedding.

narrowed, pleasing me that I got on her nerves. Serves the bitch right for trying to feed more onto my

work out in my favor and I always get what I

that post by the way. I know how awful you might have felt when you read it. The media can

brows furrowed. What post

my confusion because she was quick to elaborate to her own

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

at her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an

playing me out

magically taken down quickly. I mean, I’m sure millions of people had read

from her touch, my eyes dropping to the floor. I need some

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