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 mother at

‘Why not?’ she repeated.

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

eyes glittered with incredulity, as if to say,

the conversation to innocuous small talk about music they liked and films

talk to; she had a way of fixing her honey eyes on

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

day of their

* * *

the entire complex to themselves. There was

His fiancée.

eyes had warned him not to expect her 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 eyes

they 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

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