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?’

light and hope in her eyes when she’d looked at him at their wedding.

eyes but there was a definite tremor in her voice. ‘And you wonder why I don’t want to sell my

is not going to happen. There is no reason for us to

if our original agreement doesn’t suit me any

cold chill swept up

my home,’ 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 leave. I’m not prepared to give it up for a man who can’t commit to a real

real marriage. Real to us. We both

we do not. Our marriage is no more real

coming from?’ he demanded. The thumping in his ribs no longer had any connection to desire or lust. Fear knotted in his guts but he knew not what the fear was of. ‘You knew the

something else. I want something more.’ Alessandra had seen the way Rocco and Olivia were together. If her brother could find love

found love too. The problem was she had found it with her

He spoke as if it were

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

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