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

stiffen. Father always blamed Grant for me ending the

that love was far greater than a simple agreement

more power.

before he understood

But now.

looked down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her

approved of this

my gaze back to him, he’s frozen. He

I took a step forward but Grant stops me.

my fingers over his

with a smile and the silence

He sighed and reluctantly let me

motioned for Margo to get

nods. When she walks passed me she

good to

her warmly. Margo was a few years

been working for my grandparents and then

she passed away.

I were friends before I

to

looked at Grant over my shoulder. “I would like to speak

my daughter in private

Whatever we speak about, he

Father’s eyes narrowed.

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

up easily.

He muttered, his voice

desk, right before him while looking into his

Aiden had done a number on

feel bad about

eyes focused on him

He stiffened, his bony fingers reaching out for the

and I feel relieved. The

wasn’t all the way cold

forget?’ His watery smile

staring at with tears brimming in his

been awfully sick

one last

here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It

trying to forget them seeing

photo was taken, mom died. She died happy though,

her face one

to leave, but we were not ready for

us, she suffered through the pain