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.

some coffee?” He asked as

smiled and nod.

the kitchen, me glaring

his mind. My dad once said this man was stubborn

didn’t want

I asked as I looked around the

I rather be alone.” He responded while

little. If you

Mr. Harrington. I really didn’t mean to come here to

haven’t been

on me intently. “Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a no. I won’t

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

cuts me off

face to face with me now, only the kitchen

path. This sick obsession you have with

out under his as if he had burnt

the way. You’ll see, he’ll toss her aside

head dipping. “I should’ve seen how far this obsession you have with my

He loves her. Don’t try to

“What do you know about love, you old

voice in my head pushing me to that

accepted you tonight so I could try to talk some sense into you without

at him and

no longer feel for your coffee.” I sneered, digging through my

walk you to the door. I hope you’ll think about what I just said. I don’t want to see you be disappointed when he

sound of his footfalls nearing and clutched the edge of the

and when he’s close enough, I fished out the

of his painful gasp as the edge of the sharp silver blade puncture through his

shock, his face quickly

bet he was kicking himself for allowing