The Greek's Pregnant Bride

But she was one hundred per cent certain that, if such a situation had occurred hours before Rocco’s honeymoon, he would have put Olivia first. At the very least he would have discussed the matter with her and taken her input before making a decision.

The big difference was that Rocco loved Olivia. She was his world.

All Alessandra was to Christian was the vessel carrying his child, married to secure his heir and avert a scandal. Love did not and never would feature in it, no matter what foolish feelings had been stoked on her wedding day.

Against her better judgement she’d allowed hope to rear its head.

Sex was a dangerous game to play. It evoked feelings that had no business being conjured.

In future she would make love with her body and detach her mind. Somehow. She was certain it could be done. Lots of other women were able to do it so why should she be any different?

The vows she’d made had been given honestly but for the sake of the little life growing in her belly, not for herself.

It would be wise for her to remember that and stop letting her hormones off the leash.

Christian followed her out of the car and walked her to the large front door, the driver tasked with bringing her luggage in.

be in her mid-forties opened the door to greet them. Christian introduced her as Evanthia,

greeting in

what the average person would expect a bachelor billionaire’s home

While she stood at the threshold, craning her neck to take it all in, Christian and Evanthia had

few moments later. ‘Evanthia will

snapped out of her musings about his

nodded. ‘If you’re not happy with it then let Evanthia know

‘Oh.’

her with calm

to be bright and wide. ‘Not

your home now. It is doubtful I will be back before the evening but you have my number if you need me

that he left, leaving Alessandra feeling as if a rug had been

to

meant they would be

he’d cancelled their short honeymoon