The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

I shouldn’t have come here…..

Aiden’s eyes are set on me, unwavering as he unbuttons his shirt slowly. My fingers curl into fists at my sides as I felt the tingling urge to be the one to remove his shirt.

My eyes drink in every ripple of his taut muscle and I swallowed. This was very unprofessional but so was tugging him into an elevator.

I wasn’t thinking then, and clearly, I wasn’t thinking properly now too. Not with his upper half naked.

Aiden places his white button-down shirt on his desk and leaned on his desk while looking at me with a raised brow.

He looked like a model.

“Aren’t you going to come closer to check for those injuries miss….” He drawled in a heavy husky tone as he waits for me to say my name.

I flinched. Did he really not remember me?

I feel nauseous as I uttered. “Sophie Bell.”

His eyes don’t flicker with recognition when my name rolls off my tongue in disappointment. He was either really good at hiding his real emotions or Aiden had forgotten all about me.

Why did I want to cry?

Why did I want to wail and ask him why he couldn’t remember me?

Why was this hurting so much?

Because you still love him, Sophie. After all these years, after all that happened with Carson you’re still madly in love with Aiden Xavier. My mind reminded me.

Aiden nods and motioned me to come forward with his index finger.

Despite my disappointment and sadness of him practically forgetting about me entirely, I felt desire swirl in my lower regions. There was a heat there that was building up slowly.

My feet move on their own and I’m before Aiden in a few nerve-wracking seconds.

His scent is stronger here and I’m more aware of the tingling in my pussy by me just standing close to him

“Did you not come here to look for injuries?” Aiden suddenly asked with a heavy thick tone that bounced off the walls of the office and made my insides melt.

God Aiden, after all those years, you still manage to affect me without trying much.

on

brow and tilted his head. “Then why are you not looking?” I could see the way his lips tried to quirk up and

sorry Mr. Xavier.” My eyes fall to his chest and I

we had sex in high school, we were never completely bare. This was the first time I’ve seen his chest

I completely forgot that he was the Ceo of

how completely

get a wet cloth to soothe the irritated skin.” I rushed out

the wet cloth.” Aiden’s emotionless

he peels his hands off me so quickly that one would think I had burnt him. His action had my heart squeezing

and blue. They’re setting me on fire without

reaches for the phone on the desk while still keeping his stormy gaze on me. I squirmed at the intensity. It almost feels

wet cloth.” He ends the call as abruptly

just staring at me without any flickering

only takes about a minute before Noel comes fushing in, panting and all. Her face was red and she looked like

to not care about her flustered face and demands her to bring the wet cloth over

chin a little toward me and I’m met with the annoyed

currently burying me six

not too kindly and looks over at Aiden. Completely ignoring my

it from here.” He said. She nodded barely and walked away

room again,

bit. Though I’ll recommend you to get an ointment for that.” | winced when I realized I should be the one to buy that ointment for him since

stare is unnerving. It had me

and started patting the damp cloth on his irritated skin. “I’m really sorry about this Mr. Xavier.” I winced. My

seen you were so close to me,” I said quietly as I looked at his

brought on memories of the past and he made it clear that he had forgotten about

your colleague to notice that you were obstructing the way.” He said coldly with

the way? If I do

it

gaze again, I

flirting, I on the other hand was trying to come

a fool

and his blue eyes pierced through mine hotly. My heart leaps, because

of the sleek heat traveling

bud as his fingers brushed against my hand that held the cool damp cloth/rag on his chest.

my breath when the tip of his nose nearly brushes against mine. I could feel the hot breath fanning

What was happening?