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

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement

that love was far

more power.

before

But now.

brushing my fingers over her face. “She wouldn’t

of

back to him, he’s frozen. He

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

my fingers over his stubble jaw in

I reassured him with a smile and the silence of

He sighed and reluctantly

my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get

at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she

‘It’s good to

at her warmly. Margo was a few years

mom had been working for my grandparents and then my

she passed away.

and I were friends before I

“It’s good to see you too

she leaves, father looked at Grant over my

my daughter

’He’s family. Whatever

Father’s eyes narrowed.

got from this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn’t like to

up easily.

He muttered, his voice casting

photo on the desk, right before him

had done a

I feel bad about it, I knew

I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him

his bony fingers reaching out

paints on his face and I feel relieved. The man still had some

wasn’t all the way

’How can I forget?’ His watery smile made

he’s staring at with tears brimming in

sick here but she was

one last

think. Those days were always a huge blur. It

forget them seeing as they were so painful

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

her

to leave, but we were not

she suffered through the pain for years. And she didn’t want