The Girl He Craves

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Sophie’s pov

Whatever the other person was saying on the other line was not sitting right with Aiden. He looked

extremely p*ssed off every second that passed.

However, the conversation seemed important as I picked up

words like ‘sue’ and ‘court’.

And when he got off the phone and slammed it down on the counter harshly, I got startled and jumped

a little.

He’s breathing roughly, a storm wrecking through those ocean blues. I miss the calm.

“Aiden?” I called his name out softly, alarmed by his sudden mood change.

“Is everything okay?” I asked after a pregnant pause of silence after I said his name.

His sharp blue eyes flick to mine, and he stares at me silently, seething silently. His anger was not

directed at me, but it still shook me to the core.

With the way he had been so warm and attentive to me, forgotten about that side of him that once

scared me.

“It will be when I get my hands around Sergio’s neck,” He grumbled.

Aiden’s pov

I had

I know that b*stard is behind this.

Who would be so cu*ning to see his way and irritate me other than him?

Besides, he is good friends with the owner of the blog. It wouldn’t take a genius to know that he had a

role to play in this absurdity.

“We tried all ways, Mr. Xavier, but he is refusing to move the posts,” Theo said on the other line.

“And there’s alsó one more thing…” He trailed off, and I can almost hear him gulp through the phone.

I gripped the phone tighter until I swore I could hear it cracking slowly.

“What is it?” I grit lowly, fighting off the impulse of throwing the phone at the wall. I didn’t want to startle

Sophie and

Ashton.

And I knew my girl had her eyes on me in worry already, didn’t

want her to be even more.

I hear Theo take in a sharp, shaky breath of unease before speaking. “They posted something else just

a few minutes ago. It’s about Mrs. Muralo and you, sir. Miss Bell is also involved. And it doesn’t look

good.”

Fury swam in my veins, and my jaw popped.

I’m picturing my hands around Sergio’s neck and the d*mn owner of the blog.

But even that couldn’t give me satisfaction enough to ease

my anger.

“What is it about Theo?” I hissed, glaring at the countertop.

It was way too d*mn early to hear about this.

“Sir, it’s a post about you and Mrs. Muralo being in love. But you dumped her for Miss Bell, sir. They’re

calling Miss Bell a homewrecker.” He said in one breath and stayed silent when I did not respond as

yet.

I had not responded yet because I froze, my insides feeling like ice despite the burning fury racing

through my veins.

My jaw ticked.

Sophie.

They were calling her a homewrecker?

Where the hell did they even get that false information about Lillian and me being in love?

Is that why that woman was trying to get a hold of me? Did she see the post as well?

I’m tempted even more to hurl the phone at the wall as I grow even angrier.

If Sophie stumbled on a post like that, she will be torn. She’ll feel awful, and I didn’t want my woman to

feel even a pinch of sadness.

G*ddamm*t!

I just wanted to live happily with my little family. Is that so

much to ask for!?

I want to drive over to Sergio and the owner of the blog house and strangle them both.

“Are you sure there’s no way to make them take down both posts, Theo?” I asked tightly, my chest

tightening with held back anger.

I assume if they are unwilling to remove the first post about Lillian and me, then they would not be as

willing to move the second.

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I should’ve tried to have them take it down last night the second I got home, but I was a bit occupied

with savoring and loving my woman and completely forgotten about it.

It was only earlier before Sophie woke up did I remember that Lillian and I’s photo was running through

social media.

The same photo that upset Sophie.

I obviously had to make sure it would be taken down immediately to not upset her even more.

But it seems Sergio was behind this and perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised. It was clear he didn’t

like Sophie and would do all in his power to see that we part ways.

That f*cker was so money hungry he would not even care about Ashton or Sophie’s invisible fake

pregnancy.

“I’m afraid not, sir. They are not budging.” Theo responded.

A groan bubbled in my throat.

“I’m going to bring these f*ckers to court. I’m going to sue their a*s and-

“Mr.Xavier with all due respect, suing and bringing them to court will take about an entire month or two.

By then, that article will be up for everyone to see.” Theo cuts in, his voice shaky and faint at the last

second.

I don’t give a f*ck about how many people see the article, I only care about one person not seeing it.

I was hell-bent on making my woman happy for as long as I can. I didn’t want her upset, it f*cking hurts

me when she is.

“Keep trying to get them to take all down and don’t call me back until you succeed,” I said curtly and

end the call.

I’m seething, seeing red until she tore me out of the haze of fury.

“Aiden?”

Her voice went straight to my heart and I felt nothing but pain knowing that I brought such an innocent

person like her into my cruel world.

I can already see all those negative things written about her after others have seen the two posts:

“Is everything okay?” Her voice is low and shaky.

I was scaring her but it was hard to not feel so angry.

I sweep my gaze to her and answered after a pause.

“It will be when I get my hands around Sergio’s neck,” I grumbled, meaning every word.

Her eyes widen slightly in alarm. “What?” She breathed out.

Noticing I have really worried and scared her, I tried to ease

her.

“It’s nothing mama bear. Just the usual tactics of Sergio.” I pinched her chin playfully. “Eat your

breakfast. I need to make an important call, I’ll be back soon. ”

She doesn’t look relieved but still nods. I leave her and went to one of the guest rooms further from the

kitchen area so she’d not hear me.

I glared at my phone as my thumb hovered over his number. I tapped on it and brought it to my ear.

He answers on the third ring.

“Is the earth about to explode? It’s so rare to hear from you-

“Cut the bul*sh*t Sergio. Make them take down those d*mn posts.” I barked, f*sting my hand at my

side.