The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Think of Rocco, he ordered himself, staring at his loved-up friend who was locked in the arms of his equally loved-up wife. Rocco caught his eye and nodded briefly before leaning down to kiss his bride.

That one action felt like a knife in Christian’s guts.

What would his friend say if he knew his best man had taken his sister’s virginity?

The all-consuming desire he’d felt that night still dwelled in his blood. One night was all he usually needed, all he wanted. Once a woman had been enjoyed, there were no more mysteries to discover, no need for a repeat.

His skin felt as if it were dancing its own tune, his body out of kilter with what his head demanded.

He followed the words of the song they were dancing to, counting down the time to when the obligatory dance would be over. From the stiffness in Alessandra’s stance, she was counting down the time too.

When the song finally came to an end and he made to pull away, she tilted her head to look at him, her doe-like eyes staring at him. Theos, she was so beautiful, those striking eyes set above a snub nose framed by slanting cheekbones. Her delicious plump lips parted. ‘Christian, I...’

Whatever she was going to say was cut short when Zayed tapped her on the shoulder and threw Christian a conspiratorial wink. ‘I do believe it’s my turn to dance with the beautiful lady,’ he said in a voice loud enough for Rocco to hear.

groom turned his head towards the raised voice, his eyes

of his friends would dream of doing

stepped back and forced a smile, mock-bowing.

but her eyes were stark on his

of Villa Mondelli had enough waiting staff not to let any guest go thirsty for longer than thirty seconds but Christian

She

awkward in Christian’s arms. A one-night stand hadn’t been on either of

her

than anything, was the thing that

with a married man when she’d been a teenager had been a virgin.

none of his business. Alessandra was none

to her waist. The bile almost choked him to see her laugh at something his