The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Kerstin did. Kerstin spoke fluent finance.

Alessandra placed a hand on her belly as if by covering it she could protect the tiny life within from the thoughts raging through its mother’s head.

By marrying her, Christian had deprived himself of a marriage that would be far better suited to him.

Kerstin would be perfect. She had the physical attributes he so desired—Alessandra doubted any man would get bored of making love to her—but, more importantly from her husband’s point of view, there would be no juggling of time, no compromise. Kerstin would flit into his life as if she’d been born there and then, when her father retired, she and Christian would take over the running of his bank together.

Dio, now her brain was running away from her. She couldn’t make it stop.

They’d been in the woman’s company for twenty minutes and already Alessandra had mapped her entire future out for her.

Christian had never wanted to marry. He’d given up his freedom for their baby. He was trying to accommodate the mother of his baby into his life as well as he could.

He might never have wanted to marry but he did want children.

If he’d met Kerstin tonight as a single man, would he too have grasped what an ideal wife she would have made for him?

They’d have been perfect together, could have made beautiful babies over a set of spreadsheets then whispered sweet nothings about the world of finance into each other’s ears until the early hours of every morning.

Christian asked quietly, breaking into her runaway

I have indigestion,’ she said, uttering the first thing that

studied her, a question

she expanded, referring to the mini filo-pastry pies stuffed with spinach and feta she’d taken a liking to. At

Her stomach felt so tight she doubted

concerned when she was playing an imaginary game of marrying him off to someone

be fine.’ She forced a smile. ‘Carry on

later, after a sharp talking to herself in the privacy of

hot, burning feeling in Alessandra’s

the matter?’ Kerstin

now Christian’s future imaginary wife was looking at her

all.’ She forced

Kerstin’s eyes. ‘My sister have a baby soon. You are the

only was

has had many babies,’ Kerstin

tell anyone,’ Alessandra beseeched. ‘We’re not ready for the world