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.

coffee?” He asked as he gestured me to

smiled and nod. “Yes

strut to the kitchen, me glaring at

this man was stubborn as a

and Christopher’s way might cause Aiden harm. I didn’t

around?” I asked as I looked around

rather be alone.” He responded

If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t make you enter my premises at this time of

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

I haven’t been getting much

intently. “Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden.

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

He cuts me off and

me now,

my hand and squeezes it. “This path. This sick path. This sick obsession you have with Aiden. It will only make you do things you’ll regret. You need to let

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

pillar in the way. You’ll

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

“He will never love you. He loves her. Don’t try to fight your way between them Lillian. You’ll be the

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

voice in my head pushing me to that

is. And it’s not what 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,

at him and whipped

feel for your coffee.” I sneered, digging

fine. I’ll walk you to the door. I hope you’ll think about what I just said.

nearing and clutched

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

painful gasp as the

shock, his face

for