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.

eyes narrowed. “How has work been, still scrapping

Father always blamed Grant for me ending

love was far greater than

more power.

Perhaps before he understood

But now.

at the photo, brushing

of

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

I took a step forward but Grant stops me.

brush my fingers over his stubble jaw

with a smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in

sighed and

who motioned for Margo to get out of the

and nods. When she walks

good to

was a few years older than me

had been working for my grandparents

she passed away.

I were

good to see you too

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

my daughter in private

’He’s family. Whatever we speak about, he will be

Father’s eyes narrowed.

from this man,

up easily.

“Fine.’ He muttered, his voice

placed the photo on the desk, right before him while

Aiden had done

Though I feel bad about it, I

I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him

fingers reaching out

smile paints on his face and I feel relieved. The

the way cold

’How can I forget?’ His watery smile made

The photo he’s staring at with tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo

sick here but she was the one who prodded

one last family

about twelve here I think. Those days were

seeing as they were

of days after that photo was taken, mom died. She died happy though, with

smile on her

been happy to leave, but we were not ready

suffered through the