Free Pregnant by the Greek Tycoon by Kim Lawrence Page A

she’d been prepared to endure any torture devised by man to be in his company.
    The weekend two weeks later, when he’d disappeared without a word, she had thought that was it, and she had been totally devastated. The idea of never seeing him again had made the future stretch ahead of her bleak and barren.
    She had drifted around like a ghost, grey-faced and drawn, but instead of recognising a broken heart her family had been irritated by her lethargy.
    Then her grandmother had diagnosed anorexia— She has all the classic symptoms … The article she had read had apparently said that sufferers always lied, so Georgie’s denials had been ignored.
    Consequently, when Angolos had turned up out of the blue at the house two weeks later, instead of looking interestingly pale she had gained seven pounds!
    He had formally requested her father’s permission to marry her. Superficially it might have seemed a delightfully old-fashioned courtesy, but only very superficially.
    Oh, he had been polite enough, but he had left no doubt that he had been going to marry her with or without her father’s permission. With would simply be less problematic.
    She was bowled over by his masterful behaviour; it hadn’t even crossed Georgie’s mind to question the fact he hadn’t even asked her. My compliance he took for granted and why wouldn’t he…?
    She pushed aside the cringe-worthy recollection of her uncritical adoration; she had held nothing back. She hadn’t just worn her heart on her sleeve, she had stripped her soul bare!
    ‘No, I don’t want tea, I just want this over with as quickly as possible.’ She kept her voice cool and unemotional and was rewarded by the surprise flicker in the back of his deep-set eyes.
    ‘You can’t spare a few minutes to discuss our son’s future…?’
    ‘I would spare a lot more than a few minutes to discuss Nicky’s future, but not with you,’ she retorted, bristling with antagonism. ‘Nicky is nothing to do with you, and don’t pretend you’re really interested in him,’ she sneered.
    His expression tautened. ‘Be reasonable.’
    ‘Reasonable!’ she yelled back, no longer able to contain the anger and resentment that she’d been storing up for these long years. ‘Reasonable the way you were when you said you didn’t want to know about the baby?’ she demanded in a low, impassioned voice. ‘Are you on medication, Angolos?’
    ‘Do not raise your voice to me.’ His own voice was low and angry.
    ‘If the worst I do is raise my voice you’ll leave here a fortunate man.’
    He absorbed her angry words in thoughtful silence. ‘You have developed quite a temper,’ he observed, his glance drifting from her flushed, furious face to her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
    ‘I always had a temper.’ It was odd, she mused, that a man who knew her more intimately than any other man, a man who was the father of her child, should actually not know her very well at all.
    His harsh scowl melted to something far more dangerous as their eyes meshed. ‘Maybe you should have revealed this aspect of your character when we were together. It suits you.’
    ‘I should have done a lot of things when we were together, including walking out before you so charmingly threw me out!’
    The colour that began low on his throat travelled upwards until his entire face was suffused. ‘I could have done that better,’ he admitted huskily.
    ‘Is that your version of grovelling?’ She gave her head an impatient shake. ‘Even if you crawled on your hands and knees I’d never forgive you for what you did.’
    His face had that closed, unreadable expression as he said tautly, ‘I think I should tell you why I asked you to—’
    He’s going to say it. Divorce …once he said it, it would be real. She suddenly went icy cold. Maybe I’m not ready to hear this after all…?
    How long do you need…?
    ‘I know why you’re here,’ she cut in quickly.
    His dark brows drew together in a straight line