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

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

reason for us to fall

agreement doesn’t suit me any

cold chill swept up his

to leave a legacy for our child? Well, this place is my legacy. It’s the only thing that’s all

to us. We both meant our

we do not. Our marriage is no more

lust. Fear knotted in his guts but he knew

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

was she had found

of more?’ He spoke as if

with every night, not just for sex but to curl up to. I want to wake up every

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