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.

jerk slightly in surprise when my eyes land on Lillian

room, in means to avoid her but

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

like me. That glare she sent across the table straight at me when Aiden whispered

heels and

under my chest, staring at

Better.” I

nod, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes,

swimming at the bottom, struggling to stay clear of the

narrowed my eyes, unpleased by her tactic to get on

fake sweet voice that she caught

a fake short laugh, stepping forward. “Is

tilts her head, her eyes sending sharp daggers my way. “I remember how sweet he can be. He has always been

giggle. “Well then that’s too bad things didn’t work out that way. It must be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience what a joy it is to plan

I got on her nerves. Serves the bitch right for trying to feed more

always get what I want,” She then fakes

how awful you might have felt when you read it. The media can be such a bitch sometimes.” She rolled her eyes, letting out

brows furrowed. What post

have seen my confusion because she was quick to elaborate to her

homewrecker in Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her

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

to vomit. The media was playing me out

quickly. I mean,

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

the floor as I try to not feel so nauseous. I can only