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?’

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

wonder why I don’t want to sell my apartment? Where else am I supposed

reason for us to

original agreement doesn’t suit me

chill swept

legacy for our child? Well, this place is my legacy. It’s the only thing that’s all mine, that I can leave. I’m not prepared to give it up for a man who can’t commit to a

marriage. Real to us. We both meant our

do not. Our marriage is no more real than a

in his guts but he knew not what the fear was of. ‘You knew the score

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

problem was she

spoke as if it were a dirty

want to wake up every morning and know that the man I love loves me in return and doesn’t regard me as a means to an end. I want

looked as if he’d been sucker-punched. ‘Have you met someone else—is that what all this