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.

care for some coffee?” He asked as he

and

the kitchen, me glaring

said this man was

might cause Aiden harm. I didn’t want one little hair touched on my

as I looked around

don’t let anyone stay the night here. I rather be alone.” He responded while making

since when you were little. If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t make you enter my

the countertop. “I’m sorry Mr.

I haven’t been getting much of

you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden.

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

me off and takes

face to face with me now, only the kitchen

This sick obsession you have with Aiden. It will only make you do

his as if he had burnt me. It fucking felt

just a stupid pillar in the

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

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

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

my head pushing

accepted you tonight so I could try to talk some sense

at him and

for your coffee.” I

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

footfalls nearing and clutched the edge of the knife in my

he’s close enough,

gasp as the edge of the

eyes widen in shock, his

kicking himself for allowing me into