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.

“How has work been, still scrapping for

stiffen. Father always blamed Grant for me ending the agreement

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

more power.

before he

But now.

I looked down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her face. “She

of

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

took a step forward but Grant stops me. I

hand to brush my fingers over his stubble

him with a smile and the silence of my soul

sighed and

my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get out of

and nods. When she

tenderly. ‘It’s good to see

at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than me and actually

mom had been working for my grandparents and then my

she passed away.

So Margo and I were friends before I

“It’s good to

looked at Grant over my shoulder. “I would like

my daughter in private

Whatever we speak about, he will

Father’s eyes narrowed.

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

up easily.

He muttered, his voice casting

the desk, right before him

Aiden had done a number on

about it, I knew he

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on

fingers reaching

A rare smile paints on his face and I

and wasn’t all the way cold to the

His watery smile made my heart

tears brimming in his eyes is the last family

sick here but she was the one

last

think. Those days were always a huge blur. It

to forget them seeing as

was

smile on her face

happy to leave, but we were

suffered through the pain for years. And