The Greek's Pregnant Bride. Michelle Smart

Hong Kong to London. Some sold their stories to the tabloids, tales of short-lived lust before being discarded. Some spoke with bitterness. Most spoke with longing. Most wanted him to break their hearts all over again.

      It took an age before the handle turned and the door opened.

      Christian stood clad in a pair of jeans. And nothing else.

      He blinked narrowing eyes. ‘What are you doing here?’

      ‘I need to talk to you. Can I come in?’

      His bronzed throat rose. ‘That’s not a good idea.’

      ‘It’s important.’

      His firm lips, usually quirked in an easy smile, clamped together. He shifted past her, looking both directions down the wide corridor before ushering her in and swiftly closing the door.

      His room was tidy, his tuxedo hanging neatly on the door of the wardrobe. The bed was rumpled; a tablet was on the bedside table next to a half-full bottle of bourbon and an empty glass.

      ‘Are you drunk?’ she challenged. This was a conversation she needed to have when he was sober.

      ‘No.’ He strode to the window and closed the heavy curtains. ‘Believe me, I’ve been trying to reach that state.’

      If only she were in a position to reach that state herself.

      ‘Today went well,’ she said, sitting gingerly on the corner chair. She could really do with a shot of that bourbon. It would make what was coming next easier to cope with, of that she was certain. ‘Rocco and Liv looked really happy.’

      Their obvious happiness had had the dual effect of making her heart lighten for her brother’s sake and sink at the knowledge it was something she could never have for herself.

      Christian propped himself against the wall by the window and crossed his arms over his broad chest. She hadn’t really had the opportunity to study his torso in her apartment, and now she could look at it properly she felt the heat she’d experienced that night bloom anew.

      Years of rowing and track had honed his physique, his form strong and athletic, his shoulders broad. Fine hair dusted across his bronzed chest and she felt an almost unbearable compulsion to hurtle herself into his arms and take solace in his strength.

      Making love to him had been an experience she would never forget. The single best experience of her life.

      Try as she had to expel the memories from her head, they’d stayed with her, tantalising her, taunting her with the knowledge it was an experience that could never be repeated.

      The simple remembrance of his smooth skin flush against her nakedness made her feel as if her insides were being liquidised.

      ‘What did you want to talk to me about?’ he asked, cutting the preamble and pulling her back to the present. While he wasn’t being unfriendly, there was none of the easy-going Christian she knew. She didn’t have to be psychic to know he wanted her gone from his room.

      His regret and self-loathing were obvious.

      Her heart hammered beneath her ribs, her stomach roiling with nerves that threatened to overwhelm her.

       This was all her fault...

      ‘I’m pregnant.’

       CHAPTER TWO

      THE SILENCE THAT FOLLOWED Alessandra’s stark statement was total.

      Christian seemed to deflate before her eyes, as if he’d suffered a body blow.

      Which no doubt her news was, she thought miserably.

      How she’d kept herself together throughout the day she would never know, her only thought having been that she mustn’t ruin Rocco and Olivia’s special day. She mustn’t.

      She’d spent pretty much her entire life trying to keep herself together in public, the hardest before tonight being two months ago when they’d buried her grandfather. The paparazzi had been out in force. She’d worn dark glasses until they’d entered the church, refusing to give them the money shot they so desired. Even when Sandro, her alcoholic father, had turned up drunk and made that dreadful scene, she’d kept her composure. Christian and Zayed had been the ones who’d calmly approached him and dragged him away.

      Christian staggered over to the bed and sat heavily on it, clutching his head.

      ‘Please. Say something,’ she beseeched. The back of her retinas burned and she blinked furiously. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, she would not cry. She’d done enough of that.

      He fixed his blue eyes on her. ‘How long have you known?’

      ‘A while, I guess, but I only took the test a couple of days ago.’ She laughed, a hollow sound even to her own ears. ‘I took three of them, hoping they were wrong.’ At the third positive reading, she’d climbed onto her bed and sobbed.

      ‘Have you seen a doctor?’

      ‘Not yet.’ She bit into her lip. It had taken her almost a fortnight to entertain the possibility that her late period might actually mean something, another fortnight before she’d unburied her head from the sand and crossed the threshold into the pharmacy.

      She’d never believed she would be a mother. Motherhood went hand in hand with relationships and she certainly didn’t believe in them.

      ‘But you’re certain?’

      ‘Yes.’ Once the reality of her condition had sunk into her shell-shocked brain, the tears had stopped.

      Inside her, right in the heart of her womanhood, a tiny life grew.

      Whatever the outcome of this conversation with Christian, nothing could change the fact that this life—her baby—was a part of her. Nothing could have prepared her for the host of emotions pregnancy would bring. It might be early days in pregnancy terms but already she loved it, this little alien developing within her; knew she would do anything to nurture and protect it. Anything.

      Silence rang out, the only sound Christian’s heavy breathing. She’d never seen his features—all angles and straight lines forming what had been dubbed one of the most handsome faces in Europe—look so empty.

      ‘I’m so sorry.’

      His brows drew together. ‘Sorry for what?’

      ‘I screwed up.’ She forced herself to look him straight in the eye. ‘I didn’t take my pill properly.’

      He shook his head and expelled a breath through his mouth, running a hand through his cropped dirty-blond hair. ‘And you didn’t think to tell me that?’

      ‘I didn’t know the dangers, not properly.’

      ‘How could you not know? It’s basic biology.’ He swore under his breath.

      ‘I was put on the pill because my periods were painful, not for the purpose of contraception.’

      ‘You should have told me. Theos, if I’d known you didn’t take it at regular intervals I would have made certain to use a condom.’

      ‘I am sorry, truly sorry.’

      The knuckles of his hands were white. She could see his temper hanging by a thread.

      ‘You can’t put this on yourself—I can’t put it on you,’ he eventually said. ‘We were both there. I should have had the sense to use a condom like I normally do.’

      She closed her eyes, pushing away thoughts of him with other women. ‘Christian...I can’t do this on my own. I need your support—not financially but in other ways.’ Financially she could do it alone. She had her apartment, her career was thriving...

      She opened