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 mother

‘Why not?’ she repeated.

dipped some pitta bread into the hummus and popped it into his mouth, leaving her in no

as if to

took a drink of water and allowed him to steer the conversation to innocuous

so easy to talk to; she had a way of fixing her honey eyes on him and making him feel he was the only

imagine tasting them again made him feel as if he had heated syrup running through his veins. It wasn’t just

of their wedding couldn’t come fast

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the first time Christian regretted having the entire complex to themselves. There was no one—other than the handful of duty staff—to distract his attention away from

His fiancée.

silence to last for long. Instead, they had relaxed into easy conversation, just as they had on their one real date together. As on that night in Milan, he’d found his

climbed the private lift to the top floor. His awareness of her was off the charts. His body reacted to everything, from the way her mouth moved to her husky laugh, to

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