Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
From him getting rid of my car to him forcing me back to work. He really was an arrogant ass, I huffed.
Wait until Mila hears about this-
Wait my phone! Shit, he took me off guard with throwing me over his shoulder that I forgot to grab my phone before he hurled my ass out of the apartment.
I smacked my forehead.
I need to get a hold of her or Ria to let them know Aiden dragged me out of the apartment before they got home and thought I was missing and then file a missing person report.
I had enough problems as it is.
I scanned the desk for the phone that should’ve been there. There was no phone.
I looked down and felt relieved when I saw the phone line but furrow my brows when I noticed that the phone must’ve been in one of the drawers.
Did she really put the phone in there?
That Noel woman was certainly something…..
I opened the drawer and sure enough, the phone was there. I grabbed it and pulled it out but froze when my eyes fell on the red lacy thong that had been tucked under the phone.
note.
But that wasn’t the only thing there. There was also a
I leaned forward, not wanting to touch the note or the rather bright thong, and read.
Thanks for the amazing fuck yesterday Mr. Xavier. I left a gift for you to remember me by. Call me if you change your mind.
Xoxo Noel.Sophie’s pov
I feel the blood drain from my face as I read the note over and over again.
And every single time, I felt nausea crawl up my throat and feel the squeezing of my heart.
It’s painful.
Knowing he slept with her brought on pain, it hurt me so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. I shakily closed the draw in disgust, my eyes filling up with tears.
Did he fuck her before he fucked me or after?
My heart squeezed even more as the thought hit me.
I gripped the phone harshly, my fingers trembling.
I bit into my bottom lip, nearly splitting it in the process.
This hurts.
And I know it shouldn’t.
I breathed out a shaky breath, blinking but that only re- sulted in the tears to roll down my cheeks.
My lungs burn and I shakily place the phone on the desk.
Come on Sophie. Get a grip!
He has hurt you before, you knew he was a manwhore. Nothing has changed. Why are you still making this hurt you?
I let out shaky breaths, hoping to ease my heart and stop the burning in my throat.
I was supposed to be strong when it comes to him and yet I am still the girl who gets butt hurt when Aiden does things like this.
I gripped the edge of the desk and pushed the chair back a little and buried my face in my hands.
“God I hate him,” I whispered, soaking my palms with my tears.
This was again all my fault for making him hurt me when he clearly didn’t have to try much.
I sobbed lowly, feeling my heart ache.
Come on Soph, get a grip on yourself! If Mila was here she’d surely smack you across your head or yell at you to pull your shit together.
I tried to comfort myself but instead, the tears kept flow- ing because inwardly I knew that my stupid heart still loved Aiden. Even after all these years I still love him. But that didn’t mean that I had to succumb to these feel- ings.
I thought we were over crying over him, Sophie? My con- science reminded me.
He clearly doesn’t deserve you and it’s not like you two were ever a thing. You were never a thing in high school, sure- ly you’ll never be a thing now…
Aiden would only hurt you and keep hurting you. Protect your heart from him, Sophie. My conscience reminded me and I sniffle.
My conscience was right. Aiden would always hurt me. And I should’ve seen this coming, even if it was unintentional- ly this time.
I should’ve guarded my heart for this. I was stupid. Those little words he just said to me messed with my head and my heart again and I unknowingly opened my heart for him again, not knowing that it would get stabbed again so soon.
Enough is enough Sophie. You knew this would happen sooner or later. Now pull yourself together and show him that you don’t care for him at all.
That you don’t care about what he does or who he’s with.
I wiped my eyes, straightening my spine.
I got this.
Not bothering to look at the nasty red lace thong I slammed the draw closed.
Ashton. Focus on Ashton. Not his asshole of a dad.
I brushed my hand through my hair and then wiped the remaining tears that wetted my cheeks.
When I am sure my eyes and cheeks are dry, I make sure the phone is working and dialed Mila’s number.
It rings five times before her curious and confused voice fluttered through the other end. “Uhm hello, who’s this?”
I can hear plates knocking on each other and winced. Did I catch her at a bad time?
I cleared my throat. “Mila it’s me,”
“Girl whose phone did you steal because….” She drawled out jokingly.
I clenched my eyes tightly before opening them to con- fess. “I’m at Harrington.co right now. Aiden-“
I clenched the phone in my hand brutally, my throat hurt- ing when I said his name.
“What did he do?” Mila rushed out in slight anger.
I pinched the skin between my eyes as I felt a migraine lurk behind my lids. “He uhm….” Sighing I continued. “He kind of forced me to come back to work.”
I left out the part where Aiden threw me over his shoulder and literally didn’t let me go until we got into the SUV.