The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She leant back against the work surface, arms folded across her chest.

This was what he’d wanted just ten minutes ago. For them to talk. For her to tell him what was troubling her. Was it really the lack of sex within their marriage that had caused it? Or something deeper?

What he hadn’t expected or wanted was for her to demand the conversation start with him.

‘We married for one reason and one reason only,’ he reminded her.

‘Our baby,’ she supplied flatly.

‘Yes. For our baby. It’s the only reason we married. We did not marry for ourselves. I became concerned that your feelings for me had developed beyond mere convenience.’

Her eyebrows shot upwards. ‘You were concerned about my feelings?’

‘Alessandra...you are an incredibly sexy woman. I would have shared your bed every night since our wedding but I didn’t want you mistaking good sex for real emotions.’

‘Why would you have thought that? Because I’m a woman and incapable of separating my emotions?’

and hope in her eyes when she’d looked at him at their wedding. It was the

definite tremor in her voice. ‘And you wonder why I don’t want to sell

no reason for us to fall apart provided

our original agreement doesn’t

chill swept up

the only thing that’s all mine, that I can leave. I’m not prepared to give it up for

Real to us.

do not. Our marriage is no

to desire or lust. Fear knotted in his guts but he knew not what the fear was

now I want something else. I want something more.’ Alessandra had seen the way Rocco and

The problem was

kind of more?’ He spoke as if it were

want a husband to sleep with every night, not just for sex but to curl up to. I want to wake up every morning and know that the man I love loves me in

he’d been sucker-punched. ‘Have you