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.

Lillian leaning

room, in means

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

clicked 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

heard the clack of her heels and knew she had peeled off

crossed my arms under my chest,

well. Better.” I answered

thoughtful look. “Yes, I think Aiden mentioned it when we spoke.

could sense the hostility swimming

my eyes, unpleased by her tactic

fake sweet voice that she caught right away because the chirpy sweet blonde

lets out a fake short laugh,

sharp daggers my way. “I remember how sweet he can be. He has always been

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

Serves the bitch right for

and I always get what I

awful you might have felt when you read it. The media can be

post is she referring

because she was quick to elaborate to

being the homewrecker in Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her hair

hadn’t mentioned an

media was playing

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

touch, my eyes dropping

across the floor as I try to not feel so nauseous. I can only imagine what people thought of me