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.

has work been,

for me ending the agreement marriage with

was

more power.

Perhaps before he understood

But now.

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

of this

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

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

brush my fingers over his stubble jaw in

and the silence of my soul mirroring in my

sighed and

father who motioned for Margo

reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she

‘It’s good to

her warmly. Margo was

here. Her mom had been working for

she passed away.

and I were friends before I

good to

Grant over my shoulder. “I would

daughter

family. Whatever we speak about,

Father’s eyes narrowed.

I got from this man,

up easily.

his voice casting

the desk, right before him while looking into his swollen

Aiden had done a number on

feel bad about it, I knew he

keeping my eyes focused on him to see his

fingers reaching

paints on his face and I feel relieved. The man

all the way

His watery smile made my

he’s staring at with tears brimming in his eyes is the last family photo

sick here but she was the one who

one last family

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

was trying to forget them seeing as

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

her

happy to leave, but we were not ready for

was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for