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.

who Alessandra judged to be in her mid-forties opened the door to greet them. Christian introduced her as Evanthia, his head of

friendly greeting in Greek then stood

what the average person would expect a bachelor billionaire’s home to look like: lavish. Ostentatious. Cold. All vaulted ceilings, white walls

stood at the threshold, craning her neck to take it all in, Christian and

later. ‘Evanthia will show you around and show you where

interrupted, snapped out of her musings about his

let Evanthia know

‘Oh.’

looked at her with calm eyes.

forced her own eyes to be

is doubtful I will be back before the evening but you have

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

were to

would be sleeping

he’d cancelled their short honeymoon hadn’t been a