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.

has work

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with

He didn’t understand that love was far greater than a simple

more power.

before

But now.

looked down at the photo, brushing

approved of

cast my gaze back to him, he’s

I took a step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his

brush my fingers over

reassured him with a smile and the silence of my soul

He sighed and reluctantly

father who motioned

looks at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks

tenderly. ‘It’s good to see you,

at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than

had been working for my grandparents and then my

she passed away.

I were friends

to

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

my daughter in

Whatever we speak about, he will

Father’s eyes narrowed.

I got from this man, and it was stubbornness. We

up easily.

He muttered, his

right before him while

Aiden had done a number

bad about it, I knew he deserved

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes

fingers reaching out for the

smile paints on his face and

the way cold

forget?’ His watery smile made my

tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo

mom. She had been awfully sick here but

last

days were

seeing as they were so painful

couple of days after that photo was taken,

her face

She had been happy to leave, but we

us, she suffered through the pain for years.