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.

eyes land on Lillian

of the room, in means to avoid her but she stops

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

my tongue, annoyed that she was trying to 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 in my ear

and knew she had peeled

crossed my arms under my chest, staring at

Better.” I

up to the ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes, I think Aiden mentioned

swimming

eyes, unpleased by her tactic to

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

fake short laugh, stepping

be. He has always been this way,

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 a wedding.

narrowed, pleasing me that I got on her nerves. Serves the bitch right for trying to feed

and I always

sorry about that post by the way. I know how awful you might have felt when you read it. The media can be such a bitch sometimes.” She rolled her eyes, letting

What post

have seen my confusion because she was

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

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

The media was playing me out to

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 had read it before

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

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