The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

As soon as I entered Mary, the tears I tried to desperately hold comes flowing out like a river.
I’m a hiccuping mess in a matter of a few seconds.

I sobbed, gripping the steering wheel and throwing my head on the horn.

It blares by accident but I don’t care.

I hate him.

I hate him for doing this to me.

Why does he always have to hurt me? I’m not sure how long I’ve been crying, all I know is that my throat is dry and throbbing by the time I’m done.

And having his essence still inside me was making this all the more worst.

It’s reminding me every second of him and what we did up there in his office.

It’s reminding me of what happened after.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the glass window and I stop crying altogether and freeze.

Was it Aiden? My heart slams against my chest as I lift my head and quickly wiped under my nose as I looked at who knocked on my glass.

I’m relieved yet disappointed that it wasn’t him, but an unfamiliar lady.

I rolled down the window which made a tiny screeching sound.

I cringed inwardly, already knowing how horrible I look right now.

“Yes?” I asked politely even though I wanted to drive away and not look back because of how embarrassed I was about how | currently look.

She smiled just as politely.

I’m sorry to disturb but I couldn’t help but notice that you were upset.

I just wanted to check up and see if you were okay?”
How sweet of her.

I nod and with a gentle smile, I respond.

“Yes, I am.” I lied smoothly.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.” God, I don’t know when I’ll ever be okay.

The woman nods but doesn’t look like she believed me.

“Okay.

If it helps, everything gets better after a while.” With a smile, the woman leaves and I watch her walk into the SUV parked beside my old car and drive away.

I can’t help but think about her parting words.

I didn’t think things would get better.

It was clear Aiden was still the same guy from high school.

And no matter how much my heart still craves for him, I knew that we would never happen.

Aiden didn’t know how to love, he only knew how to hurt
And I refuse to let him hurt our son.

I started Mary, thanking her that today she worked better than yesterday.

one

I

away meant protecting my son, then that

on the counter, kicked off my heels,

had yet to call Bernard to tell him

and I didn’t

than

saying anything to

especially since he did go out of his way

I clearly didn’t

again, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to look like the mess

later

day

him everything that happened without looking like the bad guy? I really didn’t

all I know, he’d force me to tell Aiden

felt cold as the

would probably hate me even

deny Ash, deny ever

Or he’d want custody.

thought had me running to the bathroom and I barely made

seat while throwing up and

for custody? Because it was clear he didn’t want me in

fear swirled

such a good idea to tell Bernard about Aiden

walked to the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror while

like

felt like it

cupped my hand under the running

mouth, I kicked the edge

a long shower and probably need to go through Ria’s stash of plan b packets she always has

sighed, closed the faucet, and peeled

playing me into a trap after all, and

pretended to forget me and then knew exactly what to

I embarrassed myself by giving myself to him yet again and allowing him to mark me by cumming

my reflection, disappointed that I

Ash today from daycare seeing as Mary was giving a bit of trouble on the way here and I

mess,

staying under the warm sprinkle

miserable and

the text from Mila who agreed to pick up Ash, I set my phone down and walked

did need that

out of

next hour and more, I drown my sadness and frustration in cookies and cream ice cream

I was more than halfway through the tub

door and I pinched the bridge of

yell at Noel to leave me the

didn’t want to speak

Xavier, Mr.

I said, cutting her

open and Bernard steps into my

him and when her footfalls fade he approached

legs kicked up on the desk, my ankles crossed,

noise was irritating, but it was the only thing that was keeping

Well, a little bit.