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.

you care for some coffee?” He asked as he

smiled and

the kitchen, me glaring at

My dad once said this man was

I didn’t want one little hair touched on my

as I

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

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

bag on the countertop. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington. I really didn’t mean

I haven’t been getting

eyes on me intently. “Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

cuts me off and takes

now, only the kitchen island

have with Aiden. It will only make you do things you’ll regret. You

if he

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

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

eyes. The pity stare made my skin crawl and fueled my fury. “He will never love you. He loves

do you know about love, you old geezer? You’ve never been in love! You

head pushing me to that edge. That dangerous

feeling for him, Lillian. I only accepted you tonight so I could try to talk

at him and whipped

your coffee.” I sneered, digging through my

think about what I just said.

hear the sound of his footfalls nearing and

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

sound of his painful gasp as the edge of

in shock, his face

bet he was kicking himself for allowing me into his