The Girl He Craves

Meredith’s pov

The young girl shuts the door behind Grant and me, leaving us in the presence of my

father and Margo, who had been working here since I was young.

She beamed when she noticed me, her features lighting. “Meredith dear.’

She looked a bit peeved that she could not come over to me and had to remain

positioned by father to nurse his wounds.

I looked at his wounds closely, smiling as I took a further step.

’Did Aiden do that to you?” I pointed at his nose and jaw. He looked like he had gotten

punched relentlessly.

Father pushed Margo’s hand away from his lips. She had been dabbing a cloth on the

split flesh.

’What do you think?’ He questioned, lounging back in his chair casually as though his

face did not pain him. I didn’t miss the slight wince.

I grinned. I guess you deserve it, father. You are, after all, trying to ruin his life.”

His grin widened. “I haven’t tasted my own copper blood in years.” He licked his split

lip. “I’ve missed the tang.”

I shook my head and walked over to the huge bookshelf. My fingers skim the backs

and stopped on the huge book he used to read to me when I was younger.

He still had it.

I took it from the shelf, opening it to that page I knew was important. Grant leans over

me protectively.

I smiled warmly at him, reassuring him with my eyes that my father would not hurt me.

He wasn’t convinced.

’Grant, son. It’s been a while. Sorry I hadn’t seen you at first.”

‘Don’t act like you like my presence here Sergio,’ Grant grunted, leaning against the

shelf.

narrowed. “How has work been, still

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage

was

more power.

before he

But now.

down at the photo, brushing

approved of this

back to him,

stops me. I looked up into his

fingers over

him with a smile and the silence of my

and reluctantly

toward father who motioned for Margo

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me

‘It’s good to

her warmly. Margo was a

had been working for my grandparents and then my father

she passed away.

and I were friends

good to see you

leaves, father looked at Grant over my shoulder. “I would like to

daughter

family. Whatever we speak about, he

Father’s eyes narrowed.

thing I got from this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn’t

up easily.

He muttered, his voice

right before

Aiden had done a number

about it,

I whispered, keeping my eyes

bony fingers reaching out for

his face and I feel relieved. The man still

all the way cold to the

can I forget?’ His

with tears brimming in his eyes

sick here

last family

think. Those days were always

seeing as

A couple of days after that photo was taken, mom died.

her

but we were not ready for her to

was selfish of us, she suffered through the