The Greek's Pregnant Lover

He turned away, tension radiating in every inch of his sixfoot, three-inch frame. “You never asked me about my father.”

“You know who your biological father is?” she asked in shock. She’d just assumed his mother had not known which of her clients had sired her oldest son.

“Yes.”

“Well, don’t make a meal of it.” She pulled him around to face her. “Tell me.”

“If you talked to the other men of his class, they would tell you he was a respected olive grove owner from an honorable family who was lucky in his investments. Only he and his wife had luxurious tastes in living that could not be supported with his olive income. He made investments, but not of the respectable kind.”

“What do you mean?”

“He invested in a stable of women, and yes, that is what he called them. He treated them as well as he would horses, I suppose. He provided for their physical needs, while expecting them to serve his customers. And him. My mother was his favorite. He was the only man allowed to copulate with her without using a condom.”

“He kept her working for him, even after she had his son?” What a prince…not.

“He did not recognize me as such. Not until I was older and he realized his legitimate wife was never going to give him an heir for the family’s grove. He came to the home with the intention of claiming me. He thought I would be grateful he wanted to ‘adopt’ me.”

“What a morally corrupt, not to mention selfish, slimeball.” Her heart ached for the child Zephyr had been and for the man whose ability to trust and love had been so damaged.

I saw it. I had no intention of playing dutiful son to a man who treated my mother like a commodity and was content to leave me in an orphanage

when you and Neo ran away from the home, isn’t

looser restrictions on him while living with his mother, before she died. The home felt

two

as far from the ones we’d been

“You both succeeded admirably.”

“Yes.”

interested in what had made him go tense. “So, you brought your dad up for a

He sighed and tried

wouldn’t let him. “Tell

was in a position to do so, I made sure the

sense. “That ruthless side of

“Yes.”

he go to

ruthlessly as he used to rule his ‘stable.’” He stopped, his body going rigid, an expression of horror crossing his features. “We are not inviting them to the wedding. The girls are too young to know who or what I am and I have no interest in recognizing that pimp

I wouldn’t

showed on his face.

“So?”