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 It was only tonight, when she’d been her old, sociable self, that he’d realised quite how withdrawn she’d become.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.

ever-growing empire, having the perfect qualifications and aptitude. Her father was a long-standing,

he hadn’t imagined 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?’

at him. Her features were still, sombre, even. ‘She’s

dark to read her

her father have requested,

‘In another month or so, we can stop zigzagging the world together. Our

of how travelling made her sleep. How many hours

was too dark to tell if her eyes smiled too. ‘I do think you should consider taking

would be a

a long time before our child

under his wing would certainly strengthen the ties between himself and her father, Gregor, a very powerful man in the European banking world. To

normal circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate. As Alessandra had pointed out, Kerstin was perfect. She was highly intelligent, multilingual and already had an excellent