Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
I didn’t think they’d believe me; they’d probably think I was going insane. Besides, I didn’t catch the face of whoever had been staring at me. I can’t just say it’s him when I wasn’t a hun dred percent sure it was.
Goosebumps raise on my skin when I remembered how the gaze had been intense on my back. I didn’t understand how a simple gaze can have me overthinking so much.
Sophie’s pov
There are a million thoughts storming through my mind at this moment. Some didn’t even make sense.
Who’s standing before me didn’t make sense.
Was I even making sense?
My throat feels tight, emotions go haywire in my body. My heart is thumping loudly. I can’t think properly.
Standing before me, dressed in an expensive suit was Aiden Xavier. My high school bully, the guy I love, the guy who was supposed to be in jail. Ashton’s father… I gulped.
He still looked the same after all those years. His blue eyes were still so beautiful, though I noted a strange look in them. They were dead.
And his lips. So straight, stiff, and unsmiling.
The power that radiated off of him had me squirming.
Aiden was even more handsome now with his hair shaved at the sides neatly and his body was even more toned with muscles that bulged under his suit. My mouth feels dry
He changed. Something was different about him.
He froze when he heard my voice and when his cold eyes fell into mine just like they always had done before, I felt heat swim in between my thighs.
He could still get a reaction out of me without even trying.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised about that.
But what I was surprised about was Aiden ripping his eyes away from mine and continuing to speak on the phone while ignoring me completely.
I shifted on my feet nervously as I stare at the side of his face.
Why was his eyes so cold when they stared into mine? Why did he stare at me blankly? Did he not remember me?
My heart slammed in my chest harshly. Can he really forget me so quickly?
Maybe he was still angry with me for taking the stand three years ago? For confessing about our sexual relationship…..
I stare intensely at the side of his face, my heart singing. Three years. Three years without seeing his face and being in his presence, and he still had my heart pounding.
Aiden keeps his face forward, his voice angry as he practically spits through the phone. I feel bad for the person on the other line.
My fingers itch to touch him, just to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming and that this was reali ty. That Aiden was really here. Mere feet away from me. So close that I can smell his alluring cologne.
I breathed it in, my pulse roaring at our close proximity yet knowing that I shouldn’t give in to temptation and touch him. He had ignored me like he didn’t know me. Like he didn’t remember the moments we shared.
I blinked.
It takes a while for me to realize he was speaking to me.
“Huh?” I asked confused, my heart slamming and sweat coating my skin. Why were we act ing like strangers?
“Are you not getting out now?” He nudges his head to the opened elevator doors and I smiled shakily in embarrassment as I walked out of the lift.
I turn around, my eyes connecting with his blue eyes. There’s no recognition in them, no emotion. So cold.
He tears his gaze away and punched the button almost urgently as the elevator doors closed and rid me of the powerful handsome sight of him.
I stand there, gnawing on my lips.
How did he get out of jail earlier than the five years they sentenced him to serve?
Did he break out of jail? I shook my head at the ridiculous thought. Aiden was many things, but he was not a criminal.
Though it did seem like he had changed a lot and perhaps I didn’t know him as much as / thought I did.
I felt cold suddenly when I remembered the huge secret I’ve kept from him.
I must have shit luck if I managed to bump into Aiden out of all people in New York. What was Aiden even doing in New York!?
I was confused, So confused about everything.
I didn’t know how long I just stood there and stared at the elevator until the door slides open again and Lisa, Bernard’s PA walks out of the lift,
Her brows are furrowed as she stares at me in confusion. “Are you okay?”
Snapping out of it, I nodded shakily even though I felt far from okay. It feels like a rug was just swept out from under my feet as realization hits me.
The intense familiar stare was indeed actually Aiden after all. It had been him all along.
Aiden’s pov
“Just get me the damn files by later today.” I hissed on the phone as I stormed my way to the elevator with one hand in my front pocket and the other gripping the phone brutally. I glared at the floor in frustration and anger.
I pushed my hand between the almost closing doors and stepped in the lift.
“Aiden?”
A breathy familiar tone flutters to my ears and I feel my heart squeeze. I was hearing a ghost. There was no way Sophie out of all people was actually here.
In three years no one, not a single person had managed to make me nervous or shift my composure. But when my eyes connected with hers, I can feel the shaking in my fingers as they struggle to hold the phone to my ear.
Sophie?
Sophie Bell?
I felt my heart slam in the cages of my chest as I gawk at her.
She was still so beautiful. Her features were the same, except that her cheeks got a little chubby which made her look adorable. Her hair was also now blonde.
She looked fucking hot!
And her body….
I almost fet out a groan. She filled in nicely over the three years.
But instead of pulling her into my arms like I desperately wanted to I ignored her and blasted Cindy on the other line.
I didn’t care that she wasn’t feeling ‘well’, she should’ve done her job properly if she didn’t want me to hold her accountable right now for her mistakes.
I stood beside Sophie, feeling incredibly stiff. Her presence was fucking with my head and her scent, God her scent.
What was I even blasting to Cindy again?
I gritted my teeth, hating that Sophie was still affecting me. Ignore her. Ignore her like she had done to you the entire year you were in jail.