The Girl He Craves

Chapter 92

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I knew better than to get on his nerves when he was that

irritated.

At least I’m relieved I wasn’t the cause of his anger this time. If I was, then why would he want to have lunch with me?

When Mitch drives away onto the main road, Aiden’s eyes suddenly fall to my knees.

His eyes stare hard on my fingers clutching the tissue to my knees.

His brows knot into a frown.

“What’s wrong with your knee?” He questioned.

“Nothing, just a scratch. Seriously I’m okay.” I assured him. when his eyes deepened with raw concern.

Suddenly his hand is on the hand I had on my knee and he pries it away to get a better look at my knee.

“It’s still bleeding.” He grumbles, almost as if mad that I got a scratch.

“It’s fine.” I murmured.

He shook his head and in a rapid move had my leg on his lap. He didn’t even care that I had heels on and could poten- tially ruin his expensive pants.

“Aiden!” I gasped.

“Shut up.” He grumbles, tearing a piece of tissue and swatting my hand away from my knee.

“Mitch take us to the nearest store to get some bandaids and rubbing alcohol,” Aiden demanded.

“Yes sir,” Mitch said and swang on another road.

I shook my head. “You really didn’t have to Aiden. It’s not a big deal. The scratch isn’t even bleeding much-

way too much Sophie. presses the tissue

Aiden grumbles and

There was no way I’d win this so it would be best if I

grocery store a good ten min- utes or so later, Aiden is the only one who actually goes inside the

little scratch had

my eyes and watch him disappear inside the

prick Mitch.” I said, glaring at the store he disappeared

me to tell him to buy them for me. And seeing as he would perhaps make a fuss if he sees me enter the store, there really was no way I can

can survive

going for

were. I fear he’d think I was too ‘in- jured’ to have

Mr. Xavier has never cared for another woman

words had me haling

chauffeur get you to crack those

wasn’t sure which rubbing alcohol was the best so I took three different brands,” Aiden said

into the car.

bought. He takes out a small

did buy three

me said all worked the same. Didn’t know who

for a tiny scratch. “You honestly didn’t have to

tiny that having a bandage

he would debate

the bandage,” He grumbles while shifting through the bag once more and pulling

The

were the only

eyes narrowed on his face. Somehow I don’t

for my leg again and

to open my legs so vast that I was sure

just hope I didn’t have a wet patch down there from ear- lier when I was in his dressing room

ball and then dabbed the wet

hissed. For a small scratch, it hurt like a bitch when

alcohol touched it.

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