The Girl He Craves

I tried to desperately hold comes flowing out like a river.
I’m a hiccuping mess in a matter of
on the horn.
It blares by accident but I don’t care.
I hate him.
I hate him for doing this to me.
sure how long I’ve been crying, all I know is that my throat is
all the more worst.
did up there in his office.
It’s reminding me of what happened after.
stop crying altogether and freeze.
I lift my head and quickly wiped under my nose as I looked at who knocked
unfamiliar lady.
sound.
now.
away and not look back because of how embarrassed I
She smiled just as politely.
that you were upset.
were okay?”
How sweet of her.

I nod and with a gentle smile, I respond.
“Yes, I am.” I lied smoothly.
ever be okay.
“Okay.
a smile, the woman leaves and I watch
I can’t help but think about her parting words.
I didn’t think things would get better.
high school.
him, I knew that we would never happen.
to hurt
And I refuse to let him hurt our son.
than yesterday.
He was right, I liked to run away.
I will do.
heels, and started unbuttoning my blouse.
was going on.
to even begin.
He deserved better than what I did today.
I left without saying anything to him.
go out of his way to get me that job.

A job I clearly didn’t deserve.
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.
happened without looking like the bad guy? I really didn’t want him
or he would tell Aiden himself.
out.
He’d deny Ash, deny ever being with me.
Or he’d want custody.
I barely made it to the toilet before barfing.
I’m clutching the seat while throwing up and crying.
me for
custody? Because it was
Suddenly fear swirled in my stomach.
Bernard about Aiden being Ash’s father.
looked at my reflection in the mirror while wincing.
I look like a terrible mess.
And felt like it too.
running water.
edge of the door so it would close.

through Ria’s stash of plan b packets she always has in her drawer.
faucet, and peeled off every layer of clothes I
I fell right into it.
what to do to bait me into going to his office.
again and allowing him to mark me by c**ing inside me.
so easily played right into his palm.
seeing as Mary was giving a bit of trouble on the way here and I wasn’t really in the right
I was a mess, both inside and out.
no justice.
I still looked miserable and felt it.
pick up Ash, I set my phone down and walked over to the freezer.
need that ice cream tub more than her at the moment.
and fetched a huge spoon.
and frustration in cookies and cream ice cream
the tub and only woke up when I
pinched the bridge of my nose.
hell alone.
speak to anyone right now?
“Mr.
Xavier, Mr.

Beckam is here
“Enter,” I said, cutting her off.
footfalls fade he approached my desk.
on the desk, my ankles crossed, and a pen clicking beside
that was keeping my mind off of Sophie.
Well, a little bit.
“What do you want?” | asked nonchalantly.
to his office probably in tears?
“Aiden- I mean Mr.
Xavier.
I love this company, perhaps even more than you.....
Bernard doesn’t sit on the chair mirroring mine, he only clutches the top of it
but I can vouch for her
If she has upset you in any way, Mr.
my eyes at the older man.
The way he spoke of Sophie.
It was like he knew her personally.
He spoke of her fondly.
off my swirling anger.
f**ks liked younger pretty women......

And Sophie was d**n gorgeous.
“I can assure you that Sophie hasn’t upset me.
moving my feet off the desk.
Bernard looks down at me.
“Sophie didn’t come back Mr.
Xavier.
She left the building.
widen slightly and my brows raised.
specifically said that I was not accepting her resignation letter!
“Are you
He nods.
“Saw her myself.
woman, I’ll make her miserable for even thinking she can just quit without me firing
I wasn’t done with her yet.
I got up from my chair, my jaw ticking.
This woman was giving me a d**n headache.
to do at the moment.
“I said tightly.
Bernard nods, knowing that I wanted him out.
out my phone from my pocket and dialed my personal private investigator.

I am going to go over there and drag her back to Harrington.co