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.

Father’s eyes narrowed. “How has work

for me ending the agreement marriage with

He didn’t understand that love was far greater than

more power.

Perhaps before he understood

But now.

photo, brushing my

of

cast my gaze back to him, he’s frozen.

forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes

my hand to brush my fingers over his

him with a smile and the silence of

He sighed and

toward father who motioned

him reluctantly and nods. When

‘It’s good

smiling at her warmly. Margo was a few years

here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents

she passed away.

Margo and I

“It’s good to

Grant over my

my daughter

Whatever we speak about, he will

Father’s eyes narrowed.

got from this man,

up easily.

his voice casting with

I placed the photo on the desk, right before him while looking into his swollen

done a number

I feel bad about it, I knew

whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him to see

bony fingers reaching

on his face and I

all the way cold to the

’How can I forget?’ His watery smile made my

staring at with tears brimming in his eyes is

took with mom. She had been awfully sick

one last family

I was about twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It

was trying to forget them seeing as they were so painful to

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

on her

to leave, but we

It was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And