The Greek's Pregnant Bride

The empathy shining from her eyes had been too much.

He’d never introduced his mother to any of his friends or lovers before. His mother had her own special compartment in his life. He’d long ago accepted that she wouldn’t change, that no matter how he succeeded in life it would never be enough for her. Even the news of being a grandmother had failed to elicit a smile. She would never love him.

Far from repelling Alessandra, his mother’s behaviour had elicited her sympathy, her empathy: towards him.

He didn’t want her pity.

She was getting too close; he could feel it.

Any closer and she’d be able to see the gutter rat who lived in the blackness of his heart.

* * *

Christian’s driver dropped Alessandra back at the hotel before taking Christian to his offices.

A dozen more guests had arrived while they’d been at his mother’s house. It amazed her that so many super-wealthy and famous people were able to drop their commitments for what was essentially a free holiday, but surprisingly their presence worked in her favour, distracting her thoughts from their visit to Christian’s mother.

the laser glare of Elena Markos’s eyes and she wondered how Christian had endured living with

had dragged himself out, turned it around and made something of himself only added to what had been a slowly growing admiration towards him. That admiration had

she was glad they’d gone. Her understanding of the man she was going to marry was growing by the

cards, drinking non-alcoholic

he would kick back and relax when they went on their short

a long soak in the sunken bath, already looking forward to the evening meal which Christian had said he’d be back

she hadn’t thought of him. The thought was like a jolt, enough to make her hands tremble, making

just regained her equilibrium when there was a knock

but with the tie removed and the top three buttons of his shirt undone,

pump and her pulses race. Dio,

to New

‘Okay. When’s that?’

leaving for the airport in

her heart sink to her knees.