The Girl He Craves

Meredith's pov

The young girl shuts the door behind Grant and me, leaving us in the presence of my father and Margo, who had been working here since I was young.

She beamed when she noticed me, her features lighting. "Meredith dear.’

She looked a bit peeved that she could not come over to me and had to remain positioned by father to nurse his wounds.

I looked at his wounds closely, smiling as I took a further step.

’Did Aiden do that to you?" I pointed at his nose and jaw. He looked like he had gotten punched relentlessly.

Father pushed Margo’s hand away from his lips. She had been dabbing a cloth on the split flesh.

’What do you think?’ He questioned, lounging back in his chair casually as though his face did not pain him. I didn’t miss the slight wince.

I grinned. I guess you deserve it, father. You are, after all, trying to ruin his life."

His grin widened. "I haven't tasted my own copper blood in years.” He licked his split lip. "I've missed the tang.”

I shook my head and walked over to the huge bookshelf. My fingers skim the backs and stopped on the huge book he used to read to me when I was younger.

He still had it.

I took it from the shelf, opening it to that page I knew was important. Grant leans over me protectively.

I smiled warmly at him, reassuring him with my eyes that my father would not hurt me.

He wasn't convinced.

’Grant, son. It's been a while. Sorry I hadn't seen you at first."

'Don't act like you like my presence here Sergio,’ Grant grunted, leaning against the shelf.

Father's eyes narrowed. "How has work been, still scrapping for money?"

the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that love was far greater than a simple agreement for more

before he

But now.

fingers over her face. "She wouldn't have approved of this

my gaze back to him, he's frozen.

a step forward but Grant stops me. I looked up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my fingers over

reassured him with a smile and the silence

reluctantly let

toward father who motioned for Margo to get out of

looks at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me she smiled tenderly. 'It's good to see you,

grew up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents and then my father before she passed

were friends before

to see you

shoulder. "I would like

we

Father's eyes narrowed.

got from this man, and it

his voice casting with

on the desk, right before him while looking

had done a

feel bad about it, I knew he deserved

keeping my eyes focused on him

fingers

I feel relieved. The man still had some humanity and wasn't all the way

watery

eyes is the last family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the one

huge blur. It was because I was trying to forget them seeing as

mom died. She died happy though, with a smile on her

leave, but we were not

suffered through the pain