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?’

not want my

‘Why not?’ she repeated.

bread into the hummus and popped it into his mouth, leaving

incredulity, as if to say,

allowed him to steer the conversation to innocuous

way of fixing her honey eyes on him

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

respect, the day of their wedding couldn’t

* * *

For 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

His fiancée.

relaxed into easy conversation, just as they had on their one real date together. As on that night in Milan, he’d found his eyes drawn to her lips. They

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

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