Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
I shook my head and answered without any emotion in my voice. “And said I was a mistake. What we did was a mistake after you came inside me. At least that’s how I remembered it.”
Something sharp passes through my heart. It seems my words hurt me more than they hurt him.
Aiden flinches when the words tumble out of my mouth which was a surprising reaction, but I wouldn’t be fooled anymore by him.
“Sophie-” He started, his fingers sliding off the surface of the desk.
I shook my head and willed my feet to move and bring me to the expensive looking lounge sofa on the left side of his desk.
I sat down and pretended to be nonchalant. “It’s in the past, just like everything else that happened between us. Now tell me what I’m here for exactly or better yet assign me something so I can remove myself from your presence.”
He looks a bit surprised by my words or perhaps my cold tone.
Did you really think you were the only one who can act cold Mr. Xavier?
I taunted inwardly as I stared at him without batting a lash.
But he regains his composure quickly, something I expected from the cold hearted Ceo he portrayed himself to be.
Aiden leans back on his desk and looks at me silently before opening his mouth to speak. “I fired Noel a few hours ago.” He started looking at me to gauge my reaction.
I am not at all surprised that he fired her since he apparently fires people like it was a game to him.
But what I didn’t get and got confused by was that he was telling me this information as if it was supposed to mean something to me.
“Why are you telling me this Aiden?” I narrowed my eyes on his handsome face and nearly melted like butter on his expensive lounge sofa when he grinned charmingly. Calm down heart, it’s only a grin.
Tilting his head, his eyes gleamed with something I recognize as amusement. “Because you’ll be the one to replace her Sophie.”
I stopped breathing for a second. Wasn’t sure what was the culprit for the lack of air into my lungs.
Was it his words or the thought of me having to basically be on the same floor as him?
With working with Bernard at least I could try to avoid him as best as I could.
But now with having to work under him directly…..
Why am I thinking about being under him?
My mind is so corrupted.
I shook my head trying to grasp reality before I make a fool out of myself. He’s staring at me, his eyes not once leaving my face.
It’s almost like he’s transfixed and captured in his own mind too.
Which was weird because he had that odd gleam in his eyes again that had my stomach twisting in a good way.
Focus Sophie.
Need to focus now!
I shook my head again and then whispered. “What?”
Aiden blinks and then that gleam in his eyes disappears. He nods, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’ll be my new secretary
I hold out my hand for him to stop and my brows pinch as I cut him off. “But I was Bernard’s secretary Aiden,” I said confused.
“You were. Now you’re mine.” He said bluntly.
I moved off the sofa, my brows knotting in even more confusion.” Wait. Why the sudden change of position Aiden? You of all people know I’m not qualified to be a Ceo’s secretary. There are more deserving people who would fit the role better Aiden nodded, looking uninterested in my little runt. “You’re right, there are more qualified candidates for the job, but I want you.”
But I want you. Why did it sound like his words had double meaning behind them?
I crossed my arms under my breasts and looked at him intensely. What was he up to?
Why would he switch my position? Why would he want me to work for him?
Did he not make it clear that he hated me for keeping Ashton’s existence from him? .
Then why…..
Unless….
He was doing this to take revenge. He was trying to bend me to his will. It was so obvious and right in my face that it was absurd I missed it. Aiden wasn’t doing this because he wanted me in a good way, he wanted me near him so he can turn and twist me however he chooses. The thought leaves a bitter feeling in my chest.
He’ll always be a bully.
“I don’t want this position Aiden,” I grumble under my breath as I glared at him.
I know what you’re up to and I’m not going to make you bend me however you want. Not anymore.
Aiden shakes his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have a choice in the matter.”
Sophie’s pov
Fury began to bubble within me as I drink in his words.
He didn’t seem fazed, or cared about how arrogant he came across. He’s acting like what he said wasn’t at all disrespectful.
Arrogant, annoying ass.
“What do you mean I don’t have a choice in this Aiden!?” I snapped glaring at him. If only it was possible to bury him.
with such a stare.
Aiden’s nonchalant face doesn’t move. “I mean you don’t have a say in being my secretary Sophie. Is that so hard for you to understand?” One of his brows slicks up in a taunting lift.
I throw my hands up in frustration. “No, I don’t understand! Why would you make me your secretary Aiden!?”
He crossed his ankles and with the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip for a second, I knew that he was on the verge of smiling.
“Why else would I make you my secretary Sophie? If not to keep you close to me?”
He was baiting me. I was sure of it. The way his eyes twinkled showed me so.
“So you admit you just want to keep an eye out on me then? Why?” I seethed in annoyance.
“Why?” He tilted his head and looked at me in amusement. Was he really taking me as his source of entertainment?
He pretended to think. “Why would I want to keep the mother of my child close to me?” He hums, tapping his index finger on his cheek in a thinking manner.
“Don’t try to make this about Ashton Aiden. You and I both know that’s not why you’re forcing me to be your secretary. You want revenge on what I did to you and that’s an easy way to do it if I’m going to be at your every beck and call.” I snapped, frustration boiling and simmering with that anger inside me.
Aiden’s lips curled into a smirk and the storm in his gaze turn hazy. “Revenge? Now, who said anything about revenge?” He chuckled.
I have to give him props for acting so indifferent and pretending to not have a clue of where I’m trying to get at.