The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d become increasingly quiet since their wedding. It was only tonight, when she’d been her old, sociable self, that he’d realised quite how withdrawn she’d become.

Was he the cause? Had his mother’s prediction already started coming true?

He wanted to reach out to her and find out what troubled her but didn’t know how.

She raised a shoulder—the bare shoulder he’d spent the evening trying not to stare at. It had been an effort of epic proportions that had failed. That one naked limb had acted like a beacon to his eyes. The rest of her had acted as a beacon to his senses.

Holding her hand, feeling her warm, slender body brushing against him...

All the good work he’d done in recent weeks building a distance from her had crumbled.

Theos, he ached for her. Ached to possess her all over again with a burn so deep it was like fighting through treacle fog to remember why he had to keep his distance.

‘Are you going to take Kerstin on?’ she surprised him by asking.

haven’t decided.’ On paper Kerstin was an ideal candidate for his ever-growing empire, having the perfect qualifications and aptitude. Her father was a long-standing, respected member of

the tension emanating from Alessandra when he’d been talking to her. He didn’t want to do

‘I think you should.’

‘What? Take her on?’

him. Her features were still, sombre,

too dark to read her

capacity she and her father have requested, she will do a lot of travelling with us,’ he stated

another month or so, we can stop zigzagging the world together. Our schedules will thank us for it,’ she added

Alessandra by his side. The acridness turned sweet as he thought of how travelling made her sleep. How many hours had he spent these past few weeks on his jet, taking advantage of her oblivion to study her sleeping form, reminding himself over and over why he could only

of nonchalance, a smile playing on her lips. It was too dark to tell if her

thought our child would be a good

time before our child is old enough for

in the European banking world. To take Kerstin under his wing would put Gregor in his debt. Debts of a personal nature were their own form of

circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate. As Alessandra had pointed out, Kerstin was perfect. She was highly intelligent, multilingual and already had an excellent grasp of his business. His job would involve fine-tuning that