The Girl He Craves

Chapter 126

Sophie’s pov

I’m still flabbergasted by what transpired only a few seconds ago.

Feeling Ashton’s small little hands on my cheeks, as if silently reassuring me everything was okay, was what made me finally remove my eyes off the door to stare into his wide blue eyes similar to his dad’s.

They stared at me deeply, as if knowing that I was upset. I smile shakily at him, and hugged him to me.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that bug,” I whispered, kissing his forehead a couple of times before he started to giggle and unfreeze my heart again.

I sighed and looked around the room, Sergio’s words ringing. in my head. I wish things were easier, where there was nothing standing in the way of Aiden’s and I’s relationship.

But it seems we would always go through trials….this one so happens to be the most powerful man in New York.

I chewed on my lips, a cold shiver running down my spine and I had to clutch Ashton more firmly to reassure myself that everything would actually be okay.

There was a warning in Sergio’s tone when he left. One that should shake me to the core. And it did.

It showed me that he had the upper hand. And would probably always have the upper hand.

I felt sick to my stomach by his words, especially the threat that hanged in the air.

But what could I do?

I could tell Aiden about it, but risk his past being in the media. They’ll slander him, and me. They’ll turn their backs on him.

Like Sergio said, the internet was a very cruel place.

I could only imagine how others would react oustide of the internet.

I shook my head.

I can’t risk

then looked down at Ashton in my arms. “We

not tell his father about his great grandfather

Ash could actually tell

with?” I smiled warmly at my son and tried

let them weigh me down or push

I busied ourselves watching movies on the huge flat screen tv, and then when he fell asleep, I tried to fix the roses out of the way and give more room to

were at least a hundred of them, and even though his

and puffing while tucking the last rose bouquet in the corner, away from the entrance

slamming against my chest

call a bit later after

coffee table, trying my hardest to not knock down the glass vase with the roses on

my bottom lip when I

right. It

the front of my

to act with him now that I’m holding yet another secret from

time around, this one

act natural and stop thinking

picked up the phone at the last

I breathed out, raking a

asked and I could hear

clean up a hundred roses to make room so you’d be able to walk through the area better,” I said in half truth and

only he knew that the main reason for me being breathless was because of my anxiety

want to do with them is your choice. I

my bottom lip to stop

whispered, his voice going

did. Didn’t know you had a romantic bone

I’ve come to realize I’m someone different