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.

to the kitchen, me

was unlikely that he would change his mind. My dad once said this man was stubborn as a bull. But at least I had

and Christopher’s way might cause Aiden harm. I didn’t want one little hair touched on my future husband’s

maids around?” I asked as I looked around

rather be

If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t make

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

haven’t been getting much of

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

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

cuts me off and takes a step

to face with me now, only the kitchen island

squeezes it. “This path. This sick path. This sick obsession you have with

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

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

head dipping. “I should’ve seen how far this obsession you have with my grandson is. I fed you more hope.

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

you know about love, you old geezer? You’ve never been in love! You don’t know

in my head pushing me

love 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.

glared at him and whipped

your coffee.” I sneered, digging

just said.

and clutched the edge of

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

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

shock, his face quickly turning

kicking himself for allowing me into his home. He