The Girl He Craves

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Sophie’s pov

The old man, who now I know was Aiden’s grandfather, swirled in his chair so he can get a better look at me.

His eyes are cold. Dead. And annoyed.

Aiden’s words had rendered me speechless so much so that I had completely turned a blind eye to the two bulky men standing in the far corner.

Must be Aiden’s grandfather’s bodyguards.

They stood with their hands tightly clamped together at their front, their posture stock.

I looked at Aiden, muted, confused, and stunned.

Did I really hear him right?

Did he just call me his fiance?

My fingers clutching the door handle tremble.

I have no idea what to say. How to react.

I’m lost.

“A fiance with no ring?” Aiden’s grandfather grumbles tightly, eyes sweeping down to stare at my hand.

My hand that’s bared of any ring.

My heart slams. Maybe this wasn’t a dream. Maybe this was actually happening and Aiden had just called me his fi-

ance.

“I’m still searching for that perfect ring. My woman de- serves the best after all.” Aiden answers bluntly and walks around his desk and approaches me with a look that told me to play along.

But what the hell was he playing at?

Aiden comes to stand beside me, his arm rooting around my waist. “Sergio meet Sophie, my fiance, Sophie meet Ser- gio, my grandfather and chairman of Harrington.co.”

My eyes widen.

Chairman!

firm, as if

this game or not. Especially when I had no clue why we were play- ng

the chairman of Harrington.co, this

want to lie to his

squeezed me closer, another

can notice on his ace, but his grandson was not far

a small box, unsure of how

Aiden grits lowly in warning, low for me

hear.

He’s wearing a grin

and for whatever reason, he

I sighed.

This was trouble.

smiling faintly. “Nice to

features darkened. “It’s Harrington. Aiden’s fa- ther is not my son, his mother is my daughter. Hence, he doesn’t have my last

Embarrassed

Harring-ton. Please forgive my mis-

sweep over to Aiden and he asked tightly.

to open up and swal- low me whole. I made a fool out of myself and

waist like steel as

woman

and con- fusing. But then I remembered that we were playing a

us, his eyes

stiff posture as Aiden kept me close. You couldn’t blame me, Aiden being close to

surely I did not want to feel these things with an au- dience, one being his grandfather

my face and I can almost see all those bad things

stare, feeling violated by the furious displeasure and disgust swimming

get engaged?” His eyes swang over to Aiden who

this was twenty questions about my relationship,” Aiden says

feel the irritation rolling off his

regarded Aiden with

have I gotten

I deserve

hear the gritting of Aiden’s teeth as he answered. “I only got engaged last night. Must’ve

he looked like Aiden’s