Secret Heirs: Baby Scandal. Кейт Хьюит
hateful accusations they’d hurled at each other. She knew she didn’t want to live like that. Worse were memories of the realisation that she’d forced them to stay together just by being born. She didn’t ever want her child to feel that guilt. The secret love she had for the Nikos she’d first met would have to be enough—for both of them.
‘Why is that a bad reason? Surely marrying for the sake of a child is best?’
‘Not always, Nikos.’ She smiled up at him, aware of his diverting tactics and employing some of her own. ‘How did you end up here?’
What would he think if she told him about her childhood? Would he think that what they were doing was a mistake if she told him about how guilty she felt? She couldn’t risk him turning his back on her—not when the chance to give Sally all she wanted was so tantalisingly close.
The warm wind ruffled his hair as he leant on the balcony, looking out across Athens as if it would give him answers. She moved closer to him, and the sweet fragrance of flowers around them did not quite mask the scent of his aftershave.
Without looking at her, he spoke. ‘I was brought up by my grandparents and I inherited a small fleet of fishing boats when my grandfather died. I owe them a lot. They took me in when my mother left and after my father fell apart, when the truth about my mother was exposed. They gave me a start in life—which was more than either of my parents did.’
Serena remembered his insistence that he’d never wanted to be a father and her heart softened a little. The hardness of his own heart must have been caused by what he’d experienced as a child. They had both suffered due to their parents. For different reasons neither of them had seen the joy and love marriage could bring, and while she believed it might one day be possible he did not.
‘But that doesn’t explain how you came to be in Athens,’ she said softly as she turned her back on the view and looked up at him. The soft lights highlighted his features, making his cheekbones prominent, as if they’d been chiselled from stone, hardening his expression.
‘I couldn’t stay on the island. It was suffocating me. So I followed an example I’d seen as a boy and left. I came here with virtually nothing but my name and began working for Dimitris, the owner of Xanthippe Shipping. He became the father I should have had.’
She frowned as she took in what he’d told her, knowing there was more buried deep inside him and knowing it was hard for him to have told her this much.
‘He taught me all he knew and, without his own heir, left me his legacy. One I have built up to the global business it is today.’ He turned to look down at her, his blue eyes holding her attention. ‘When I first met you it was a refreshing change not to be known for my success and wealth first.’
A tang of bitterness filled her mouth. ‘Did you think I was with you for that? Or did you believe I was looking for a big break—a story that would launch me from travel writer to being the journalist I’d trained to be?’
‘Both.’ Suspicion and anger were woven inextricably in that one word.
His honesty stung more than lies would have done, and she pushed herself away from the balcony and moved towards the door and the sounds of the party. Behind her she heard his footsteps, felt his presence.
She didn’t want to turn and see the contempt in his face—the truth of what he really thought of her. His questions about whether the baby was his now made so much more sense. As did his sudden change of mood after they’d made love that last night on the beach. Did he think she’d tricked him all along? Seduced him so brazenly she’d ensured he hadn’t given contraception a thought?
She couldn’t stay here any longer. She felt stifled by his pain and her love. She had to get out of here right now.
‘Serena!’
Her name chased after her as she made her way into the throng of partygoers, completely oblivious to the curious stares coming her way. With her chin held high and her eyes firmly fixed on the door they’d entered earlier she walked quickly. The air was hot, the noise was too much and she needed to get out—now.
How had she ever thought what she felt for Nikos would be enough?
She pushed the door open and went out to the hotel lobby and on to the street. Now what should she do? She had no idea where she was or where she needed to go to.
Tears of frustration threatened but she took in a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax. As they did so large, warm hands covered them. She knew it was Nikos. Every nerve in her body tingled wildly. Nobody else did that to her.
‘You can’t keep running for ever, Serena,’ he whispered against her hair as he pulled her back against his body, holding her close.
He obviously intended anyone watching to think their lovers’ tiff was over, that passion and love had won. He wanted the scandal she threatened to be quelled and subdued.
‘I didn’t feel well. I needed to get out,’ she said, knowing it was only half the truth.
Slowly he turned her round in his arms, giving her no alternative but to look at the firm wall of his chest or up at his face. When she did look up, what she saw made her knees weak with longing. His blue eyes were full of concern, and if she didn’t know any better she’d believe it was real and not for the benefit of anyone who’d witnessed her hasty departure.
‘Maybe we shouldn’t discuss the past—not tonight, at least.’
His accent was heavier than ever, and his eyes reminded her of the night sky as passion swirled in them. Her heart thumped in her chest as his breathing deepened, coming faster. This was the man she’d fallen in love with. Handsome and passionate.
‘Nikos...’ she breathed as her body swayed against him. The temptation was too much in her state of heightened emotion.
His hold on her tightened as his lips met hers, tenderly stroking, forcing the fire that burned within her higher. She wound her arms around his neck, heedless of her gauzy wrap falling from her shoulders. All she cared about was being kissed by Nikos. The man she loved. The father of her child.
His lips left hers fractionally. ‘We should go home,’ he whispered against her lips, and she closed her eyes at the erotic sensation.
‘Yes, take me home, Nikos.’
Her husky whisper ended as his lips claimed hers once more, demanding and hot. She was lost. Completely and utterly lost. Despite everything, this was what she wanted.
NIKOS SAT IN the back of the car, Serena’s sensational body against him, and had to force himself not to touch her. Not because of the presence of the driver, but because if he did he knew he wouldn’t want to stop. All he could think of right now was the privacy of his bedroom.
He watched the lights of Athens rush by, focusing on the illuminations of the Acropolis as they headed towards his apartment—anything to distract himself.
Even though his head and most definitely his heart had refused to admit it, his body had wanted Serena every night since she’d left. He’d craved her touch like a lovesick teenager, needing to feel her against him, wanting her in a way he’d never wanted any woman before.
Now she was back—and tonight he would make her his. This time, for the sake of his child, he wouldn’t allow her to leave.
The car pulled up outside the apartment building and she moved away from him, across the seat and out into the night, as the doors opened. He followed her, glad to see that the reporters had moved on—probably all at the charity ball. It would be their perfect chance to get pictures of the rich and famous, and he was thankful he and Serena hadn’t been noticed leaving so early.
Quickly he keyed in the number for the outside door and, with his arm protectively around her, walked