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 for

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement

understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement

more power.

Perhaps before he

But now.

looked down at the photo, brushing my

approved of

to him, he’s frozen. He

stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes

my hand to brush my fingers over

a smile and the silence of

and reluctantly let

continued my stroll toward father who motioned for Margo to get out

at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed

tenderly. ‘It’s good

at her warmly. Margo was a few years older than

here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents and then my

she passed away.

and I were friends

to see

Grant over

daughter

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

Father’s eyes narrowed.

this man, and it was stubbornness. We

up easily.

muttered, his voice

the desk, right before him while looking

done a number on

bad about it, I

my eyes focused

bony fingers reaching out

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

and wasn’t all the way cold to the

forget?’ His watery

at with tears brimming in

She had been awfully sick here but she was the

last family

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

was trying to forget them seeing as they were

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

her face one last

leave, but we were not

It was selfish of us, she suffered through