The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 64

‘It’s only five days, not a week,’ she corrected. ‘I’ve been travelling with my job since I was eighteen. I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.’

‘You weren’t my wife then. Is there something wrong with me wanting to spend time with you?’

Yes, she wanted to scream. There was everything wrong with it. Every minute they spent together made her heart hurt even more that their marriage could never be real, that the love she felt for him could never be reciprocated...

Love?

Where had that thought sprung from?

Amore?

Frantically she fought with herself to deny it, to refute the obvious.

Dear God, had she really fallen in love with her husband?

No. She couldn’t be that foolish. She wouldn’t be.

In a flash, she remembered the first time she’d seen him, sitting with the rest of the Brat Pack in her brother’s den, drinking beer and watching football.

Little Alessandra had taken one look at the blond Adonis and immediately pictured him on a white horse coming to rescue her from the tower where the evil witch held her.

stars—her bedroom walls had been littered with

off his arm, she’d felt a funny tugging deep in

had belonged to Christian

the pop stars or film stars rescuing her

saved her. All he’d

his lies, had assumed he must have lied to them to get

lie. He didn’t need to. Women wanted him regardless. She

She always had.

‘Alessandra?’

her

something the matter?

part to clear the burn scratching the back of her

know. I

her yet?’ The question escaped

What kind of

‘An obvious one.’

have not slept with Kerstin, and

be insulted. It’s only a matter

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