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.

jerk slightly in surprise when my eyes land on Lillian leaning against

in means to avoid her but

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

didn’t like me. That glare she sent across the table straight at me when Aiden whispered

and knew

under my chest,

doing well. Better.”

a thoughtful look.

but I could sense the hostility swimming

narrowed my eyes, unpleased by her tactic to get

voice that she caught right away because the chirpy sweet blonde

fake short laugh,

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

be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience what a joy it is to plan a

her nerves. Serves the bitch right for trying to feed more

favor and I always get

by the way. 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

furrowed. What post is she referring

have seen my confusion because she was quick to elaborate to

about you being the homewrecker in Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear.

I stare at her. Aiden hadn’t

to vomit. The media was playing

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

wrenched my arm away from her touch, my eyes dropping

feel so nauseous. I can only imagine what people thought of