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?"

me ending the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He

he understood

But now.

photo, brushing my fingers over her face. "She wouldn't have approved of

back to him, he's frozen. He heard

concerned eyes and lift my hand to brush my fingers over

the silence of my soul mirroring in my

reluctantly

toward father who motioned for Margo to get out

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

than me and actually grew up here. Her

I were friends before I

good to see you

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

narrowed. ’He’s family. Whatever we speak about,

Father's eyes narrowed.

it was stubbornness. We didn't

muttered, his

on the desk, right before him while looking into his

had done a

about it, I knew

this?’ I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him to see

fingers

I feel relieved. The man still had some

forget?’ His watery

family photo we took with mom. She had been awfully sick here but she was

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

taken, mom died. She died

we were not ready for

suffered through the pain for years. And she didn't