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?"

marriage with the Muralo's. He didn't understand that love was far greater than

before he understood

But now.

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

my gaze back to him, he's frozen. He

up into his concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my fingers over

reassured him with a smile and the silence of my

and reluctantly let

motioned for Margo to get out of the

at him reluctantly and nods. When she walks passed me

actually grew up

I were friends before I

to see you

she leaves, father looked at Grant over my shoulder. "I would like to speak

Whatever we speak

Father's eyes narrowed.

this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn't like to

muttered, his voice

placed the photo on the desk, right before him

had done a

feel bad about it, I knew he

keeping my eyes focused on him to see his

fingers reaching

on his face and I feel relieved. The man still had some humanity and wasn't all the way cold to

can I forget?’ His watery smile made my heart

last family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was the one who prodded for one last

here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was because I was trying to forget them seeing

couple of days after that photo was taken, mom died. She died happy though, with a smile

had been happy to leave, but we were not ready for her

pain for years. And she didn't want to fight