The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 33

At least Stefan and Zayed were coming to the wedding. He would need his friends there. But not as much as Alessandra needed her brother.

If he had to get on his bended knee and beg, he would get Rocco to their wedding.

‘I sent a bridesmaid dress to Olivia,’ Alessandra blurted out, her cheeks staining with colour.

‘Have you heard back from her?’ he asked hopefully. If anyone could get through to Rocco, it would be his wife.

She shook her head. ‘I didn’t expect to. Her loyalty is with Rocco, not me.’

Conversation paused when a waiter arrived at their table laden with plates of steaming food.

Once they had helped themselves to a little of each meze, Alessandra said, ‘Are many of your family coming?’

‘I don’t have any family.’

She looked confused. ‘What about your mother?’

‘I haven’t invited her.’

‘Why not?’

do not want my

‘Why not?’ she repeated.

popped it into his mouth, leaving her in no doubt that, as far as he was concerned, this thread

incredulity, as if to

innocuous small talk about music they liked

eyes on him and making him feel he was

the only man to have tasted her delights and to imagine tasting them again made him feel as if he had heated syrup running through his veins. It wasn’t just the contents of his trousers that stirred to be with her— everything felt

that respect, the day of their

* * *

time Christian regretted having the entire complex to themselves. There was no one—other than the

His fiancée.

taken the hint and stopped digging for information on his past, although something in her eyes had warned him not to expect her silence to last for long. Instead, they had relaxed into easy conversation, just

the top floor. His awareness of her was off the charts. His body reacted to everything, from the way her mouth

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