With a heavy heart, Dea stood by the bay of windows and looked out onto the beach. She was waiting for the helicopter to come and take her. It was a cloudy and gray morning. It was cloudy and gray inside her too. But she had to escape this island… she had to escape what happened between her and Theo… She saw her reflection in the window and felt like crying. She was again Aundrea Etheridge, the proper heiress. Her hot-pink dress was prim with its rounded collar and short sleeves. Her white handbag hung from her forearm as she clasped her hands in front of her. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight, high ponytail and she used a slight touch of make-up to cover the dark circles around her eyes. There was nothing left of the passionate, wild, carnal woman from last night. Dea felt her skin go hot as the memories overwhelmed her. During that night, she had reached for Theo, and gave herself to him unconditionally, sho
“What did you just say? I’m not sure I get it right...” His mind lagged behind but the pain had been sharp and swift. There was another man in Dea’s life. And she... she just had sex with him while expecting… No… Dea was joking. A bad joke, yes, but she was playing around. Maybe she wanted to punish him for something he did or said. ‘Pregnant?’ It wasn’t possible… Not after the way she responded to him that night… to his kisses and his caresses… Theo refused to believe it.“I don’t understand…”“Well, it’s simple. Before you, before last night, I had sex with another man and now I’m…” Her voice hitched.“I’m already pregnant.” ‘Pregnant.’ She was expecting a child... Another man’s child. The bitterness cut through Theo like acid. He studied her slim figure in the hot-pink dress.“No… You’re lying…” he said in a whisper. “I don’t believe you.” Dea lifted her chin.“Why would I lie about
Dea wrapped the plaid around her and leaned back in her chair and looked outside the window of her apartment. She had always enjoyed New York City in the autumn but lately, she had struggled to see the beauty. There was a crisp bite to the late October weather and the leaves were turning crimson and gold, but all she wanted to do was stay in her apartment, behind those walls, and just sleep... Once she got back to the States, the first days were excruciating. Dea experienced a level of physical and emotional pain she’s never experienced before. All she could think was Theo’s last words to her… ‘Get the fuck out of my life!’ She kept hearing those harsh words, awake or in her dreams, like a bad kind of mantra or something. Dea kept crying day and night, went from deep anger to desperate sadness… to total numbness… And being numb, Dea knew, was sometimes worse than being sad.“Theo…” she whispered his name and wrapped the plaid around her worn-ou
Dea clenched the banister and slowly descended the grand staircase of the Kralidis estate. Holiday decorations swathed the limestone walls and the tallest, fattest Christmas tree sat in the center of the entrance hall. She heard a harp being played in the music room and watched the other guests stand around and chat as they drank the finest champagne. Her silver dress sparkled under the chandeliers but, for so many reasons, she wasn’t in a festive mood. She pressed her lips as she searched from right to left, the well-dressed crowd. Her heart stopped and she jolted with surprise when she saw Theo. His dark hair was recently cut and ruthlessly tamed, emphasizing the sleek shape of his head. Theo’s angular jaw was clean-shaven and his dark suit fitted his sleek, athletic body. Theo successfully tamed the wildness within. He was now a commanding presence, a man who ruled all he could see. A Greek god… Magnificent, dominating, sexy, powerful…
The party had drifted into the music room. Theo searched the crowd that had already broken into the usual groups and cliques. The older generation was on one side of the room while the younger relatives were sitting together and checking their phones. Servants in black jackets and white gloves were serving champagne and dessert on silver platters. He noticed Galàtheia was at the grand piano playing traditional Christmas carols. But where was she? Dea was nowhere to be found. Theo tapped Dillon on the shoulder.“Have you seen Dea?”“Hmm? Aundrea? No…” Dillon lifted his head and looked around the room as if he was just now noticing his daughter’s absence.“But maybe she’s somewhere around here. Probably resting in another room…” Dillon said, preoccupied, as he motioned for one of the waiters.“No, she’s not.” He had already checked the other room.“I saw her step outside but she hasn’t come back.”“Oh, she’s fine,” Dillon studied the desse
He was going to be a father… She was pregnant with his child… Theo stared at Dea as the thud of his heart echoed in his head. His skin felt cold and clammy as his world slowly tilted. Theo struggled to remain upright as he drew in a shallow breath. He was bringing an innocent child into this cruel and dangerous world. Dea lowered her gaze and turned her head to the side.“I… I was going to tell you.” Theo doubted it. If the nurse hadn’t mentioned the due date, he may never have known. The possibility sent a chill down his spine. She would have kept him away from his child.“When did you find out?” he asked in a snarl. She swallowed hard and pressed her lips together. When Theo thought he was going to have to shake the truth out of her, Dea quietly responded.“I found out six weeks ago.” He gripped the side of the bed tighter as the white-hot anger spread inside him. Six weeks… Six damned weeks…
Dea stared listlessly out the window while she lay in bed. She paid little attention to the glorious view of Athens. Her head still ached from her restless night. She had wept until she had succumbed to a restless sleep. The discussion she had with Theo kept running around her mind… Theo had every right to be angry with her. To hate her even… She had lied to him, held back information, and created a mess in his life. She knew he was ruthless enough to take her baby. He didn’t play fair and he would cut her out of the baby’s life if he thought she was a threat. She didn’t have the power to fight him. Dea tensed when she felt as though she was being watched.&nbs
He didn’t want his mother and Dillon to notice the cracks in his relationship with Dea. They would use it and he would lose the ground he had already conquered.“Then don’t do anything that requires me to fight back,” Dea said and paused, clearly considering her next words. “And don’t give them any details about us.” Theo tilted his head to one side as he released his hold on her.“I’m not one to confide in others.”“No one needs to know that you…” Dea’s hands churned as she struggled to find the right word.“That you detained me at the island… And they certainly don’t need to know what happened in the wine cellar… years ago.”“I have no intentions of displaying my lack of judgm