The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

As soon as I entered Mary, the tears I tried to desperately hold comes flowing out like a river.

I’m a hiccuping mess in a matter of a few seconds.

I sobbed, gripping the steering wheel and throwing my head on the horn.

It blares by accident but I don’t care.

I hate him.

I hate him for doing this to me.

Why does he always have to hurt me? I’m not sure how long I’ve been crying, all I know is that my

throat is dry and throbbing by the time I’m done.

And having his essence still inside me was making this all the more worst.

It’s reminding me every second of him and what we did up there in his office.

It’s reminding me of what happened after.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the glass window and I stop crying altogether and freeze.

Was it Aiden? My heart slams against my chest as I lift my head and quickly wiped under my nose as I

looked at who knocked on my glass.

I’m relieved yet disappointed that it wasn’t him, but an unfamiliar lady.

I rolled down the window which made a tiny screeching sound.

I cringed inwardly, already knowing how horrible I look right now.

“Yes?” I asked politely even though I wanted to drive away and not look back because of how

embarrassed I was about how | currently look.

She smiled just as politely.

I’m sorry to disturb but I couldn’t help but notice that you were upset.

I just wanted to check up and see if you were okay?”

How sweet of her.

I nod and with a gentle smile, I respond.

“Yes, I am.” I lied smoothly.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.” God, I don’t know when I’ll ever be okay.

The woman nods but doesn’t look like she believed me.

“Okay.

If it helps, everything gets better after a while.” With a smile, the woman leaves and I watch her walk

into the SUV parked beside my old car and drive away.

I can’t help but think about her parting words.

I didn’t think things would get better.

It was clear Aiden was still the same guy from high school.

And no matter how much my heart still craves for him, I knew that we would never happen.

Aiden didn’t know how to love, he only knew how to hurt

And I refuse to let him hurt our son.

I started Mary, thanking her that today she worked better than yesterday.

I looked at Harrington.co one last time and drive off.

He was right, I liked to run away.

But if running away meant protecting my son, then that I will do.

I fling the keys on the counter, kicked off my heels, and started unbuttoning my blouse.

I had yet to call Bernard to tell him what was going on.

I didn’t think he’d understand and I didn’t know where to even begin.

He deserved better than what I did today.

I left without saying anything to him.

I was wrong to do so, especially since he did go out of his way to get me that job.

A job I clearly didn’t deserve.

Then again, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to look like the mess I was after leaving Aiden’s office

to go speak to Bernard.

I’ll just call him later on, or maybe tomorrow.

Or the day after that.

How exactly am I supposed to tell him everything that happened without looking like the bad guy? I

really didn’t want him to see me as a monster for keeping Ashton away from Aiden.

For all I know, he’d force me to tell Aiden or he would tell Aiden himself.

I felt cold as the thought rang through my head.

Aiden would probably hate me even more if he found out.

He’d deny Ash, deny ever being with me.

Or he’d want custody.

Now that thought had me running to the bathroom and I barely made it to the toilet before barfing.

I’m clutching the seat while throwing up and crying.

If Aiden ever finds out about Ash, would he fight me for

custody? Because it was clear he didn’t want me in his life.

Suddenly fear swirled in my stomach.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea to tell Bernard about Aiden being Ash’s father.

I flushed the toilet and walked to the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror while wincing.

I look like a terrible mess.

And felt like it too.

I opened the faucet and cupped my hand under the running water.

Washing out the vomit from my mouth, I kicked the edge of the door so it would close.

I need a long shower and probably need to go through Ria’s stash of plan b packets she always has in

her drawer.

She wouldn’t notice one missing, right? I sighed, closed the faucet, and peeled off every layer of

clothes I had on me.

Aiden was playing me into a trap after all, and I fell right into it.

He first pretended to forget me and then knew exactly what to do to bait me into going to his office.

And I embarrassed myself by giving myself to him yet again and allowing him to mark me by cumming

inside me.

I shake my head at my reflection, disappointed that I so easily played right into his palm.

I texted Mila to pick up Ash today from daycare seeing as Mary was giving a bit of trouble on the way

here and I wasn’t really in the right frame of mind to be on the road.

I was a mess, both inside and out.

Showering and staying under the warm sprinkle of water did no justice.

I still looked miserable and felt it.

When I got the text from Mila who agreed to pick up Ash, I set my phone down and walked over to the

freezer.

Mila might kill me for this but I really did need that ice cream tub more than her at the moment.

I pulled the ice cream tub out of the freezer and fetched a huge spoon.

For the next hour and more, I drown my sadness and frustration in cookies and cream ice cream while

watching the notebook.

I fell asleep when I was more than halfway through the tub and only woke up when I heard the door

opening.

Aiden’s pov A knock sounds at the door and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I wanted to yell at Noel to leave me the hell alone.

Was she not getting it that I didn’t want to speak to anyone right now?

“Mr.

Xavier, Mr.

Beckam is here

“Enter,” I said, cutting her off.

The door swings open and Bernard steps into my office.

Noel quickly closed the door behind him and when her footfalls fade he approached my desk.

I’m sitting on my leather chair, my legs kicked up on the desk, my ankles crossed, and a pen clicking

beside my ear.

The noise was irritating, but it was the only thing that was keeping my mind off of Sophie.

Well, a little bit.

“What do you want?” | asked nonchalantly.

Was he going to ask me why Sophie came back to his office probably in tears?

“Aiden- I mean Mr.

Xavier.

I’ve worked for this company for more than twenty years.

I love this company, perhaps even more than you…..

I raised my brow, where was he going with this? Bernard doesn’t sit on the chair mirroring mine, he

only clutches the top of it and looks at me.

“I have nothing but respect for this company, and you.

I don’t know what’s going on between you and Sophie but I can vouch for her being a good person.

If she has upset you in any way, Mr.

Xavier, I am sure she hadn’t meant it.” I narrowed my eyes at the older man.

The way he spoke of Sophie.

It was like he knew her personally.

He spoke of her fondly.

Was Bernard into Sophie? My jaw locked and I fight off my swirling anger.

Bernard was way too old for Sophie, but those old fucks liked younger pretty women……

And Sophie was damn gorgeous.

Of course she would attract any male at any age.

“I can assure you that Sophie hasn’t upset me.

Did she tell you she upset me, Bernard?” I asked, moving my feet off the desk.

Bernard looks down at me.

“Sophie didn’t come back Mr.

Xavier.

She left the building.

I don’t know where she took off to.” My eyes widen slightly and my brows raised.

She left the building? The nerve of her after I specifically said that I was not accepting her resignation

letter!

“Are you sure about that Bernard?” I asked, my voice a bit tight.

He nods.

“Saw her myself.

My office overlooks the parking lot.” When I find that woman, I’ll make her miserable for even thinking

she can just quit without me firing her first.

I wasn’t done with her yet.

I got up from my chair, my jaw ticking.

This woman was giving me a damn headache.

“Bernard, if you can excuse me, I have something important to do at the moment.

“I said tightly.

Bernard nods, knowing that I wanted him out.

As soon as the door closes behind him, I take out my phone from my pocket and dialed my personal

private investigator.

I was going to find out where she lives and I am going to go over there and drag her back to

Harrington.co myself.