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.

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

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

was glad they’d

playing cards, drinking non-alcoholic cocktails. It was fun, but she wished Christian could be there to

back and relax when they went on their

a long soak in the sunken bath, already looking forward to the

hadn’t thought of him. The thought was like a jolt,

regained her equilibrium when there

with the tie removed and the top three buttons

him there sent a huge surge through her, making her heart pump and her pulses race. Dio, the man was

should let you know I’m going to New York,’ he said as he stepped into

‘Okay. When’s that?’

the

her heart sink to her knees. ‘Are you kidding with me? You’re leaving