All Chapters of Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JUSTINAThe ride to his place was awkward, if that word could even begin to cover it. The feelings running through me ranged from fear (that Gregor would piece everything together) to disgust (at myself, and at the man driving us). I wanted nothing more than for this to end. I just didn't know how. I hated needing him. I hated not being able to find a single solution that didn't involve Gregor Vallis. I pressed my fingers against the necklace at my throat, one of the few things I still had of my sister, Charis. She would've known what to do if she were still here. She always did. If anyone had hated Gregor Vallis more than I did, it was her."So," Gregor finally said, eyes on the road ahead. "Is this how it's going to be between us?"My cheeks burned when I met his eyes, just a glance, since he had to keep his attention on the road unless he wanted to get us all killed, but I couldn't believe I'd humored him at all. Now I had to answer, or spend the rest of our acquaintance branded a

GREGORToday was a good day. Mom had called to apologize for how cold she'd been, and made a point of saying she wanted to see her grandson. I told myself it had something to do with the paternity results, but I still suspected the dinner invitation was really just a way to get a look at Justina. That's why I'd sold it to her as brunch. A cover. I was sure Justina would show up dressed like a nun, given how uncomfortable she still was around me. I'd noticed how she held her breath whenever my eyes drifted her way, what my touch did to her. Telling her we were going shopping would've been suicide. If she dressed as plainly as I expected, talking her into it wouldn't take much. I needed tonight to go well.I buckled Adonis into the back seat and climbed into the front. When I started the engine, I felt his little hand press against my shoulder."Yes, little soldier," I said, turning to face him. "Something wrong?""I don't think Mom likes you very much," he said, with the most contagiou

GREGORWhat would Mother like? I wondered as I scanned the necklaces draped over the perfect mannequins scattered throughout the store. And what would Justina want? It had been strange how easily she'd gone along with the idea of me taking charge of the whole thing. I suspected she was only humoring me because of the power I held over Adonis's custody. I picked up a necklace that caught my eye, a simple silver chain with an amber stone the size of a grape hanging from it. It would suit Justina's hair."I'll take this," I told my assistant, dropping it into his waiting hands before moving on to another loop of the store. Minutes passed as I hunted for something my perfectionist of a mother might actually approve of. It was usually easier than this. A gold-plated watch caught my eye, and in its reflection I caught my own expression, more worried than I wanted to admit. I picked it up, because it told me a truth I'd been avoiding. Justina was the real gift here. I wanted both women's fir

JUSTINAIt was dark by the time we arrived. As we got out of the Mercedes, I looked up at the house, old but somehow timeless, and let the boldest bone in my body speak. "Now some things about you are starting to make sense."The mansion in the distance was massive, old, renovated so many times it barely counted as classical anymore. Much like Gregor Vallis: an enigma that felt closer to a cancer. A man of many talents, wrapped in trouble and danger. I let out a breath just thinking about what his mother would be like. He'd seemed so insistent that she like me, and at first I'd assumed that was all him, but the more I thought it through, the less that made sense. This had everything to do with Mrs. Vallis. I hadn't thought I could hate anyone more than Gregor, but his mother was already clawing her way up the list. I hadn't even met her yet, and I already had a terrible opinion of her. It wasn't entirely unfair, though. She'd raised him, after all, and this was how he'd turned out."A

CHARISSA"Really?" Greg went after me the second that money-hungry rat was gone.I kept my eyes off the tabloid on my screen for a split second. It had been the reason for my outburst. Tonight was supposed to be about getting Gregor back on my side. I'd have played my role fine if Katherine, a bitch from my modeling agency, hadn't spilled tea that would probably make front pages tomorrow. Some photographer had caught Greg taking that slum rat to our special place. My special place. The way the picture was framed, it was bound to spark rumors about our "break."I couldn't take it."What?" I said, trying to hold my calm. It was still just gossip for now, but if I messed things up with Greg tonight, there'd be no getting back together. I pulled myself together and spoke. "Alright, I admit it. I was out of line. I couldn't help myself.""Why? We were just having dinner.""Greg, this isn't about the dinner. The makeover you gave her, it's already on the tabloids. People are talking."That