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

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with

understand that love was

more power.

Perhaps before he

But now.

the photo, brushing my

of

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

Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned

brush my fingers over his stubble jaw in

reassured him with a smile and the silence of my soul

He sighed and reluctantly let

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

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she

tenderly. ‘It’s good to

Margo was a few years older

been working for

she passed away.

I were friends before

good to

over

my daughter

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

Father’s eyes narrowed.

from this man,

up easily.

“Fine.’ He muttered, his voice casting with

I placed the photo on the desk, right before him while looking into his swollen

done a number

about it, I

keeping my eyes focused on him to see

stiffened, his bony fingers reaching

paints on his face and I feel relieved.

wasn’t all the way

’How can I forget?’ His

at with tears brimming in his eyes

had been awfully sick here but she was the one who

one last family

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

trying to forget them seeing as they were so painful to

after that photo was

on her face

She had been happy to leave, but we were not ready

was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And