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!

my waist gets more firm, as if warn- ng me

this game or not. Especially when I had

was the chairman of Harrington.co, this man

really want to lie

me closer,

on his ace,

forced into a small box, unsure

grits lowly in warning, low for

hear.

sweep my gaze over to the side of his face. He’s wearing a grin on his handsome

reason, he need- ed me to lie with

I sighed.

This was trouble.

Sergio, smiling faintly. “Nice to meet you

Aiden’s fa- ther is not my son, his mother is my daughter.

Embarrassed

so-rry Mr. Harring-ton. Please forgive my mis-

sweep over to Aiden and he asked

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

steel

intelligent woman and would be

and con- fusing. But then I remembered that we were playing a role. And that role made him

at the both of us, his eyes showing

Aiden kept me close. You couldn’t blame me,

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

eyes narrowed on my face and I can almost see all those bad things he thought about

under his stare, feeling violated by the furious displeasure

swang over to Aiden who grows stiff beside

not know this was twenty questions about my relationship,” Aiden says

feel the

he regarded Aiden with

have I

think I deserve

hear the gritting of Aiden’s teeth as he answered. “I only

looked like Aiden’s words had left a bad taste in