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.

on Lillian leaning against the opposite wall,

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

“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 in my ear told me

clack of her heels and knew she had

arms under my chest, staring

doing well. Better.” I

as she plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes, I think Aiden

hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling

her tactic to get

aired in a sickly fake sweet voice

lets out a fake short

remember how sweet he can be. He has always been this way, especially to me. You know, everyone thought Aiden and I would be the

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. I

on her nerves. Serves the

worry, things always work out in my favor and I always

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

furrowed. What post is

seen my confusion because she was quick to elaborate to her

homewrecker in Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Told

hadn’t mentioned an article. Nor had I

playing me out to be

I mean, I’m sure millions of people had read it before it was taken down, it was published

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 imagine what people thought of me