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.

time she closed her eyes she saw the laser glare of Elena Markos’s eyes and she wondered how Christian had endured living

he had dragged himself out, turned it around and made something of himself only added to what

a large dose of guilt for forcing the issue, she was glad they’d gone. Her understanding of the man

cards, drinking non-alcoholic cocktails. It was fun, but she

would kick back and relax when they went on

her suite late afternoon and had a long soak in the sunken

a red tunic dress, she realised that there hadn’t been a single minute when she hadn’t thought of him.

equilibrium when there was a knock

into that morning in his suite but with the tie removed and the top

surge through her, making her heart pump and her pulses race. Dio, the man was divine. In all

thought I should let you know I’m going to New

‘Okay. When’s that?’

leaving for the airport

the effect of making her heart sink to her knees. ‘Are you kidding with me? You’re