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?’

her eyes when she’d looked at him at their wedding. It was the desolation he’d

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

no reason for us to fall apart provided we

original agreement doesn’t suit

chill swept up

she continued. ‘You talk about wanting to leave a legacy for our child? Well, this place is my legacy. It’s the only thing that’s all mine, that I can

real marriage. Real to us. We both meant

not. Our marriage is

Fear knotted in his guts but he knew

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

had found love too. The problem was she had found

kind of more?’ He spoke as

night, not just for sex but to curl up to. I want to wake up every morning and know that the man I love

looked as if he’d been sucker-punched. ‘Have you