The Girl He Craves

Lillian’s pov

I wait for Christopher to drive off before stepping out of the house.

It was late.

And probably way passed that old man’s bedtime. But I had a mission to accomplish.

And the mission was to get Aiden to marry me.

I got into my car and drove off.

Christopher didn’t need to know what I had planned, neither did dad.

I’ll tell them if everything goes as planned.

When I got to Sergio’s place, I pulled up beside the house. The guards stationed at the entrance let me in after a lot of begging on my part.

Apparently Sergio told them to let me in.

I sighed, pushing my hair behind my ears. I opened the compartment and took the small silver object.

Pressing my lips together, I push the

knife in my bag and got out of the car.

I knocked on the door and this time Sergio was the one who opened up for me and not his maid.

“Mr. Harrington.”

“What are you doing here so late Lillian? Does your brother know you’re here?” Sergio’s brows pinched as he let me in.

I shook my head and gave him a polite smile. “No. I came to speak to you Mr. Harrington. My brother and I acted a bit out of order earlier. We were angry. I came here to apologize. I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I didn’t. ”

He nods stiffly. This was the first time I saw the old geezer without a suit and tie. He was dressed in his pajamas.

for some coffee?” He asked as he gestured me

smiled and nod.

strut to the kitchen,

My dad once said this

I didn’t want

asked as I looked around the empty

let anyone stay the night here. I rather be alone.” He responded while making a beeline

If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t make you

the countertop. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington. I really didn’t mean to come here to disturb your

I haven’t been getting much of those.

Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a no. I

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

off and takes

me now, only the kitchen island

path. This sick path. This sick obsession you have with Aiden. It will only make you do things you’ll

hand out under his as if he had burnt me. It fucking felt

meant to be. Sophie’s just a stupid pillar in the way. You’ll

you have with my grandson is. I fed you more hope. And I’m sorry for that

looked directly into my eyes. The pity stare made my skin crawl and fueled my fury. “He will never love you. He loves her. Don’t try to fight your

the old fart as I reach for my bag. “What do you know about love, you old

head pounded, a voice in my head

you’re feeling for him, Lillian. I only accepted you tonight so I could try to talk some sense into you without your brother breathing down your neck. You need to seek help,

him

feel for your coffee.” I sneered, digging through

I hope you’ll think about what I just said. I don’t want to see you

the sound of his footfalls nearing and clutched the edge

catch up and when he’s close enough, I fished out the knife and turned

enjoyed the sound of his painful gasp as the edge

shock,

himself for