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,

always blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage

He didn’t understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement

more power.

before he understood

But now.

at the photo, brushing my fingers over her

of this

back to him,

forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his

my hand to brush my fingers

with a smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in my

sighed and reluctantly let me

toward father who motioned for Margo to get out of

She looks at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed

tenderly. ‘It’s good to see you,

was a few years

had been working for my grandparents and then my father

she passed away.

I

“It’s good to see you too

Grant over my shoulder. “I would like to speak

my daughter in private

My eyes narrowed. ’He’s family. Whatever

Father’s eyes narrowed.

one thing I got from this man, and it

up easily.

He muttered, his

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

done a number

about it, I knew he deserved

keeping my eyes focused

stiffened, his bony fingers

paints on his face and I

wasn’t all the way cold to the

His

staring at with tears brimming in his eyes is

been awfully sick here but

one last

Those days were always a huge blur. It was

seeing as they were so painful to

photo was taken, mom

on her face one last

to leave, but we were not ready for her to

was selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she didn’t