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?"

blamed Grant for me ending the agreement marriage with the Muralo's. He

before he understood

But now.

down at the photo, brushing my fingers over her face. "She wouldn't have

cast my gaze back to him, he's

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

smile and the silence of my soul mirroring in my

reluctantly let me

father who motioned for Margo to get out of the

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

was a few years older than me and actually grew up here. Her mom had been working for my grandparents and then

I were friends before I

see

father looked at Grant over my shoulder. "I would like

’He’s family. Whatever we speak

Father's eyes narrowed.

thing I got from this man, and it was stubbornness. We didn't like to

muttered, his voice casting with

the desk, right before him while looking into his

done a number on

bad about it, I knew he

I whispered, keeping my eyes focused on him

fingers reaching out for

man still

can I forget?’ His watery smile made

eyes is the last family photo we took with

was about twelve here I think. Those days were always a huge blur. It was because I

that photo was taken, mom died. She

we were not

selfish of us, she suffered through the pain for years. And she didn't