Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
This was so embarrassing.
“Omph.” I pushed out of my mouth when I stumbled on my feet and landed on my knees.
It scraped and I hissed.
“Are you okay Miss?” A husky voice says above me sud- denly which startled me a bit.
I whip my head up, my eyes widening.
Grey eyes, strong jaw and thin lips.
This man was handsome and with the suit that donned his body made me know he was wealthy.
He was no regular person like me.
His eyes crinkled at the corners as he outstretched his hand. “You must be careful when you’re walking.” He grinned charmingly.
I smiled in embarrassment and took his hand. He helps me up and his eyes shifting in concern. “Are you okay Miss?”
I smiled awkwardly and with a nod and an embarrassed laugh, I answered. “Yes. It’s nothing.”
His eyes fall to my knees. “You’re bleeding. Do you need help-
I shook my head and awkwardly pull my hand out of his grasp that he held on for longer than necessary. “No. It’s real- ly not a big deal.”
He opened his mouth to speak but someone interrupted him. “Mr. Muralo your interview will start soon. Please let me show you to the private dressing room for you to get ready.”
Mr. Murolo? He must be important if he’s being inter- viewed today. This interview is specifically for businessmen and was supposed to focus on how they managed to push up the market.
“1-
He looks at me and stops when I shake my head and tell him to go on ahead.
I smiled when he gave me one last concerned look.
He seems friendly enough.
Keeping my head down in humiliation, I continued on my way until I got outside and found myself beside the Suv.
“Did Mr. Xavier stay back?” Mitch asked when I entered the back.
He must be confused that Aiden wasn’t beside me.
I shook my head. “He was getting dressed. I needed to get out of there, was way too stuffy. Hey, do you have some tis- sue?” I asked.
Yes, stuffy with the heat of desire.
Mitch nods and opened the compartment and then sent me the roll of tissue.
caught it and then tore a piece.
I can’t believe he would just let out that I’m his fiance so casually as if this wasn’t a big deal.
Pressing the tissue onto the cut on my knee, I hissed.
Mitch looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Are you okay
Miss?”
I nodded quickly and with a grimace I said. “Yes I am fine. Just a small scratch.”
He looks worried but nods.
Focusing back on the task at hand, I pressed the tissue more on the scratch only to jump a little in startlement when the door suddenly opens.
I looked over at Aiden, his face is tight with irritation or is it anger? Perhaps both.
My brows knot.
What’s with him?
“Let’s have lunch.” He grumbles, gets in and slams the door so hard I flinched.I knew better than to get on his nerves when he was that irritated.
At least I’m relieved I wasn’t the cause of his anger this time. If I was, then why would he want to have lunch with me?
When Mitch drives away onto the main road, Aiden’s eyes suddenly fall to my knees.
His eyes stare hard on my fingers clutching the tissue to my knees.
His brows knot into a frown.
“What’s wrong with your knee?” He questioned.
“Nothing, just a scratch. Seriously I’m okay.” I assured him. when his eyes deepened with raw concern.
Suddenly his hand is on the hand I had on my knee and he pries it away to get a better look at my knee.
“It’s still bleeding.” He grumbles, almost as if mad that I got a scratch.
“It’s fine.” I murmured.
He shook his head and in a rapid move had my leg on his lap. He didn’t even care that I had heels on and could poten- tially ruin his expensive pants. “Aiden!” I gasped.
“Shut up.” He grumbles, tearing a piece of tissue and swatting my hand away from my knee.
“Mitch take us to the nearest store to get some bandaids and rubbing alcohol,” Aiden demanded.
“Yes sir,” Mitch said and swang on another road.
I shook my head. “You really didn’t have to Aiden. It’s not a big deal. The scratch isn’t even bleeding much-
“You talk way too much Sophie. presses the tissue to my scratch.
Aiden grumbles and
I let out a huff, crossing my arms, annoyed as hell know- ing he wouldn’t let up. There was no way I’d win this so it would be best if I just shut up and let him do what he wanted.
When we pulled up to the grocery store a good ten minutes or so later, Aiden is the only one who actually goes inside the store. He ordered me to stay inside the Suv and insisted that I was better off sitting than walking.
He must think that little scratch had made me immobile.
I rolled my eyes and watch him disappear inside the store.
“Your boss is such a prick Mitch.” I said, glaring at the store he disappeared inside of.
I wanted some chips but my pride would not allow me to tell him to buy them for me. And seeing as he would perhaps make a fuss if he sees me enter the store, there really was no way I can get my chips in peace.
I can survive without chips.