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

Father always blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage

Muralo’s. He didn’t understand that love was

more power.

before he

But now.

looked down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her

approved of

cast my gaze back to

forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his

to brush my fingers over his

the silence of

and reluctantly let me

I continued my stroll toward father who motioned for

him reluctantly and nods.

tenderly. ‘It’s good to see you,

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

working for my grandparents

she passed away.

I

to

at Grant over my shoulder. “I would like

my daughter

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

Father’s eyes narrowed.

got from this man, and it was stubbornness.

up easily.

muttered, his voice casting with

the desk, right before him while looking into his

done a number on

bad about it,

my eyes focused on him to see his

his bony fingers

and I feel

wasn’t all the

’How can I forget?’ His watery

tears brimming in his eyes is

awfully sick here but

one last family

think. Those days were always

them seeing as they were

was taken, mom died. She died happy though,

on her face one

happy to leave, but we were not ready

It was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain