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.

leaving her in

as if to say, trust

a drink of water and allowed him to steer the conversation to innocuous small talk about music they liked and films they had both seen and enjoyed.

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

he had heated syrup running through his veins. It wasn’t just the contents of his trousers that stirred

of

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entire complex to themselves. There was no one—other than the handful of duty

His fiancée.

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

was it with this woman? he wondered as 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 moved to her husky laugh, to the way she smoothed her hair back to keep

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