The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov
I can’t believe my towel saw fit to embarrass me in front of Aiden and my son. And sure my son hadn’t seen it because he was
preoccupied with the small orange ball.
But Aiden had seen everything, every inch of my wet exposed skin. He also saw my tight nipples because I couldn’t stop thinking
about how much I wanted to ride him when I saw the pure happiness on his face when he recited what Ashton called him.
There was nothing more attractive than seeing him happy because Ashton called him ‘dada’.
But then my towel had to spoil it by unraveling and embarrassing me.
I quickly scramble around, trying to wrap it back around my naked wet flesh.
Aiden’s eyes are still on my breasts even though they’re now covered. A buzzer goes off and suddenly he stiffens.
His jaw clenched.
“Sergio must be here already,” Aiden said stiffly, removing his eyes off my breasts and me entirely.
My eyes widen and panic starts to kick in. I’m sure to keep it inwardly and not have Aiden realize that I was nearing a panic
attack.
The buzzer goes off again Aiden rolls his eyes. “That man can never be patient.”
He looks over at me, sweeping his gaze over my form and then mumbled. “I’ll meet him by the door, you get ready.”
I blushed furiously under the weight of his gaze and nod.
He leaves with Ashton in his arms and I quickly went over to lock the door so I could get ready without having the fear of anyone
barging in unannounced.
I let my wet hair down and dressed in that pretty red floral dress I brought. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and left to
greet Sergio.
My hands are wringing together nervously as I hear their voices.
Sergio is talking in that animated tone to Ashton and Aiden is answering all the questions that are thrown at him.

“So where is your lovely fiance?” Sergio questioned as I neared.
I grew even more nervous hearing the fake curiosity in his voice. He didn’t care to know about my whereabouts.
“She’s-
“Good morning,” I said coming from the shadows of the hallway and entering the living room area where Sergio and Aiden stood.
Aiden still held Ash in his arms and Sergio was a
couple of inches away from the two.
He ignored my greeting and pretended to be interested in
Ashton. He reached out for him, clutching his small hand.
“You look just like your father,” Sergio said in an animated
tone.
Aiden’s jaw tightened.
“Sophie greeted you Sergio.” He bit out, looking at Sergio so coldly that I’m stunned he was not frozen on the spot.
I approached them cautiously, hoping they won’t argue in front of Ashton.
Sergio’s eyes tore from Ashton’s face and he looks over at me, eyes with deep resentment.
“The bride to be and apparently soon to be mother of two. How are you dear?” His eyes drop to my stomach as he stretched on
the word dear.
I can literally taste the resentment in the word too.
My smile shook in nerves as I eat up the distance between us. “I’m fine Mr. Harrington. Hope you had a blessed morning?” I
asked, outstretching my hands out when I’m a few breaths distance away from him.
Sergio looks at my hand like it was the dirt at the bottom of his shoes. Seconds later his hand captures mine but only for a brush
of a second and lets me go like I had shocked him with electricity.
I pulled my hands back to my side awkwardly, pinching the material of my dress.

Sergio wiped his palms on his fancy suit and played it off with
a chuckle. “You two have been at it like rabbits.”
I turned bright red at his words and perhaps sensing my awkwardness, Aiden loops his arm around my waist and pulls me to his
side.
“Sergio why don’t you have a sit and stop interrogating Sophie,” Aiden suggested c*oly.
Sergio smirks and nodded. He turns around and looks around. His hand suddenly goes to his stomach. “I came all the way here,
so early, and expected breakfast from my soon to be grand daughter in law.”
He gives me a side look that made me want to run and hide behind the couch. Which was silly considering I was a big girl now
and shouldn’t be scared of an older man whose glare was lethal.
Though, that older man was one of the most powerful men in New York and probably the whole world.
Sergio sits down on the sectional sofa, crossing one leg over the other and lounged back.
“Sophie be a dear and make some breakfast for this old man. “He shifts the tie around his neck and looks at me with a glare that
said I was his least favorite person.
Aiden comes to my aid. “Sophie just woke up and-
“Sophie can speak for herself. Unless....she’s an illiterate.” Sergio cuts in before Aiden could finish.
His words had Aiden’s hand tightening around my waist and I
winced.
“Watch your mouth when you’re speaking about Sophie, Sergio,” Aiden warned and meant it.
Sergio seeming to love the reaction he got from Aiden and smirks then snakes his eyes down to stare at the arm Aiden slang
around my midriff.
His bushy white brow lifted. “Any harder and you’ll manage to have her miscarry.”
Upon hearing Sergio’s words, Aiden’s gripped loosened considerably, making Sergio chuckle.

“You must be careful with her son. Especially when she’s...” He drawled, tapping a finger on his knee. “Fragile at the
moment.”
“Sergio-
Aiden started but I had to cut in before an argument surfaced because of me.
It was nice that Aiden was coming to my defense but perhaps it would not be best to provoke the old man who literally had his
future in the palm of his hands.
“I’ll get on with breakfast then. Hope you like eggs, Sergio.” I smiled, well tried to. But I was sure it came out like a wince.
Sergio grinned but it did not reach his eyes. “Great. I can’t wait to feast. And yes, I like scrambled, boiled, omelet, whatever you
wish to do with it.”
I nod and touched Aiden’s chest and could literally feel the tension in his body when I do. “It’s fine Aiden. I’ll make breakfast.” I
whispered, trying to break his glare from his
grandfather.
His stormy gaze fall on me and he looked at me with concern. “Are you sure? You don’t have to Sophie.”
I nod and reached up to kiss his cheek and kissed Ashton’s. “What’s the worst that can happen? It’s only breakfast.”
Only breakfast? Oh please Sophie, you can’t even cook! What makes you think you can make scrambled eggs?!
I gulped.