The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

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Right this way miss,” Margo uttered while guiding me through Sergio’s huge house. I try to memorize the curves and corners so I would not get lost on my way back.

It’s difficult when all rooms look the same. But I don’t dare utter my confusion to Margo.

She stopped beside a huge door, turning towards me as she wrenches it open. “Here you go,” She smiles politely and I’m grateful that not everyone is as vile as Sergio in this house.

“Thank you, Margo,” I thanked her with a smile of my own and entered the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned against it until I heard her fading footfalls.

When I was sure I was alone, I peeled myself away from the door and strut over to the wall mirror and the sink.

I looked at my reflection and sighed.

There’s worry in my gaze, buried deep but I can detect it.

The worry mounted when Lillian brought up the pregnancy. For a second there I forgot about it and one wrong move would have made everything crumble down.

I let out a breath through my parted lips. “Oh Sophie, what had you got yourself into?” I shook my head and opened the faucet.

I washed my hands, leaning over the sink to pour some water over my face. Closing the faucet, I lift my eyes up and they connect with my reflection.

I cannot make Sergio push me in a corner and boast his triumph of finally cracking the barriers I held around me.

I will not make him succeed in trying to push Aiden and I apart.

Patting my face with some tissue, I tossed it in the toilet bowl and flushed. Gawking at my reflection ‘one least time, I let out a strained breath and opened the door.

land on Lillian leaning against the opposite wall, a cold expression on her

room, in means to avoid her but

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

converse with me when we both knew she didn’t like me. That glare she sent across the table straight at me when Aiden whispered

of her heels and

under my

well. Better.” I answered

ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes,

was sweet but I could sense the hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling to stay clear

by her tactic to get

great fiance.” I aired in a sickly fake sweet voice that she caught right away because the chirpy

lets out a fake short laugh, stepping forward. “Is

sending sharp daggers my way. “I remember how sweet he can be. He has always been this way,

that’s too bad things didn’t work out that way. It must be so sad that your father didn’t get

narrowed, pleasing me that I got on her nerves. Serves the bitch right

and I always get what I want,” She then fakes

that post by the way. I know how awful you might have felt when you read it. The media can

furrowed. What post is she

confusion because she was

shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Told you everyone thought we would be the ones getting

her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an article. Nor had I seen

vomit. The media was playing me

reaches out, her fingers touching my arm gently. “But don’t worry, the article was magically taken down quickly. I mean, I’m sure millions of people

from her touch, my eyes dropping to the floor. I need

around, my eyes darting across the floor as I try to not feel so nauseous. I can only imagine what people thought of me now.