The Girl He Craves novel (Sophie and Aiden)

Chapter 39

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 C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

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.

| 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 l 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.

Pretend like she doesn’t even exist like she had done to you after you were pushed behind bars. My

mind reminded me while fighting my body’s need to have Sophie there and then.

She doesn’t exist. She doesn’t exist.

It’s been three years. Why was God fucking with me now by having her here? Why was she even

here?

swallowed wanting to ask her why she was in my building but I refuse to even look at her much less

ask her anything.

I could feel her stare on the side of my face. She was confused, surprised, and needed an swers, I

could tell.

I wanted to smack myself behind my head as realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course the

woman in the elevator was her. I should’ve known. No woman had ever stirred me in the way that

Sophie unfortunately still does.

I shake my head, gripping the phone tightly.

You hate her remember? You hate her for abandoning you for years. She never tried to con tact you.

Never tried to visit. Never even looked for you. Never cared enough to even ask about your

whereabouts. You should loathe her. My mind pushed my need aside and restored it with anger and

hate for Sophie.

My conscious was right. I should hate her. I didn’t want anything to do with her.

Sophie was dead to me. Even though she’s standing in the flesh just inches from my tingling fingers.

When the elevator doors open, I nearly sighed aloud in relief.

But Sophie doesn’t get out even though it was obvious it was the floor number she pressed.

“Are you not getting out now?” I asked turning to face her and ignoring Cindy’s words in my ears as she

tries to justify herself.

Sophie looks lost. It’s adorable. I slam that ridiculous thought out of my head quickly.

I said it again until she finally snaps out of it.

“Huh?” She asked, still looking so lost. It was a huge mistake to look into her pretty eyes.

“Are you not getting out now?” I said for the third time and fought the amused grin tugging at my lips.

She smiles shakily and I could see the embarrassment in her gaze before she steps out of the lift. She

turns around as I punch the button quickly, needing to desperately get out of her presence before I do

something I’d regret.

When the door closed, I let out a huge sigh of relief while cursing at my luck right now.

Fuck.