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

strut to the kitchen, me glaring at

would change his mind. My dad once said this man was stubborn as

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

asked as

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

Mr.

snorted. “Sleep? I haven’t been getting much

intently. “Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a no. I won’t change my

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

off and takes a step

with me now,

with Aiden. It will

as if he had burnt

the way. You’ll see, he’ll toss her aside soon. He’ll marry me, not

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

fueled my fury. “He will never love you. He loves her. Don’t

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

voice in my head pushing me to that edge.

do. I do know what love is. And it’s not what you’re feeling for him, Lillian. I only accepted you tonight so I could try to talk

glared at him

longer feel for your coffee.” I

I just said. I don’t want

can hear the sound of his footfalls nearing and clutched

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

sound of his painful gasp as the

widen in shock, his

kicking himself for allowing me