The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 31

CHAPTER SEVEN

‘HAVE YOU EVER tried to find your father?’ Alessandra asked a short while later, her eyes filled with curiosity.

‘What for?’ he dismissed. ‘Why would I want to involve myself with a man who abandoned his wife and child?’

‘I get that,’ she said, pulling a face.

He closed his eyes. ‘Your father is an alcoholic and a gambler. He was incapable of looking after you. He didn’t abandon you. He’s always been a fixture in your life. There’s a difference.’

contemptuously. ‘I thought you knew my background. My father dumped me on his father before I was a year old. Rocco took care of me from the moment I left hospital. My father wanted nothing to do with me—he still doesn’t. He’s never been there, not for any of the significant events in my life. My first Holy Communion    , my Confirmation, the time I represented Milan in the under tens’ gymnastics,’ she said, ticking

by the people who should have been there for them. For good

were more alike than he’d ever

furious passion, the honey-brown a darkened swirl. He’d seen that swirl before, when she’d been pressed

felt unbelievably good in his arms, as if her contours had been shaped especially

legs around him and clung to him, as if trying to burrow under

exposing the top of her golden cleavage, below which lay breasts that had

now? Did they still

Right now. Imagining them in bed together was what had got him into all this trouble in the first place, sitting in that Milanese restaurant, fascinated by

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