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

and nod.

kitchen,

said this

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

I asked as

I rather be alone.” He

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

sighed and placed my bag on the countertop. “I’m sorry Mr.

been getting

me intently. “Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a no.

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

He cuts me off and takes a

me now,

for 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 him go, Lillian.

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

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

shook his head, his head dipping. “I should’ve seen how far this obsession you have with my grandson is. I

love you. He loves her. Don’t try to fight your way between them Lillian. You’ll be the one to get hurt. A

the old fart as I reach for my bag. “What do you know about love, you old geezer? You’ve never been in

in my head pushing me to that edge. That dangerous

accepted you tonight so I could try to

glared at him and whipped

your coffee.” I sneered, digging through

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

and clutched the edge

so he’d catch up and when he’s close enough,

painful gasp as the edge of the sharp

widen in shock,

for allowing