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.

land on Lillian

room, in means to

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

That

of her heels and knew she had peeled off

under my chest,

well. Better.” I answered

on a thoughtful look. “Yes,

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

by her tactic

in a sickly fake sweet voice that she caught right away because

lets out a fake short laugh, stepping forward. “Is

tilts her head, her eyes sending sharp daggers my way. “I remember how sweet he can be. He has always been this way,

work out that way. It must be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience

got on her nerves. Serves the bitch right

I always get what I want,” She then

might have felt when you read it. The media can be such a bitch sometimes.” She

post is she

seen my confusion because she was quick to elaborate

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

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

The media was playing me out to be the

was magically taken down quickly. I mean,

from her touch, my eyes dropping to

not feel so nauseous. I can only imagine what people thought of me now. What they wrote,