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.

on Lillian leaning against the opposite wall, a cold expression on

means to

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

didn’t like me. That glare she sent across the table

the clack of her heels and

my arms under my chest, staring at

doing well. Better.” I answered her

she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes, I think Aiden mentioned it

but I could sense the hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling to stay clear of

unpleased by her tactic to get

fake sweet voice that she caught right

short laugh,

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

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

eyes narrowed, pleasing me that I got on her nerves. Serves the

things always work out in my favor and I always get what I want,” She

you read it. The media can be such a bitch sometimes.” She rolled her eyes,

post is she

because she was

Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her

stare at her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an article. Nor had I seen

playing me out to

mean, I’m sure millions of people had read it before it was

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

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