a few years..” she had began as he had chuckled, pulling her harder against himself, his voice husky before lost in her mouth “I do not think that I will be able to wait that long Grace”
His kiss had once more made her head reel, her senses leaving her as the animal need for this man had taken over, kissing him back with as equal a passion as his. With a groan he had pulled back, dropping his head to hers his voice tortured “God I never thought it would be this hard”
Grace smiling shyly back as Alexos had once more started the car, driving up to her family home.
Her father had been there to meet them, pleased to see the way the couple almost seemed to naturally fall against each other, his eyes meeting hers with approval, Grace mortified that he assumed the two were already lovers.
For a week after his departure, she had missed him, her mother watching her with happy eyes.
“He is a good man Grace” she had whispered softly, she nodding back gently not aware of the happiness on her own face.
That evening, as they had all sat together each eating dinner, nobody talking as her father had read the paper ignoring the two women she had jumped as he had laughed.
“Seems Alexos is not wasting any time” the name of the Greek making her frown as she had looked back with interest.
“What do you mean father?” her question one which would have usually been ignored, but this time not. Throwing the paper over to her to read, he had laughed cruelly. Picking up the tabloid she had seen the picture of Alexos with Angelica Fleur, the two laughing together as the other woman had her arm draped around his neck. Holding back the gasp, aware that her father was watching her with narrowed eyes and a smile she had read the few lines in which they had both been spotted dancing alone, reading of the resurfacing rumours of a relationship between the two after they had split over two years earlier, the tabloid enjoying the hint of scandal as she was a married woman.
“I…I’m sure that it was nothing” she had finally managed as her father had plucked the paper once more from her hands a sneer on his lips.
“Grow up Grace. He needs a wife and you will be it. Don’t expect the man to live like a saint”
Her mother’s soft voice had broken in “Don’t say things like that to her…he might well be…”
Her father’s contemptuous glare had silenced his wife as she had looked over at Grace with eyes so full of pain.
“He wants a family. You know that. Grace is to be the mother of his children, that is all, and he wants them soon”
Clearing her throat the feeling of panic filling her she had turned pained eyes on her father
“But papa…I want to go to university. Alexos…”
The loud slam of his hand on the wood and his angry cry stopping her
“I have talked with Alexos about this and we will hear no more! He wants children soon, not some wife spending all her time studying. You will marry him. You will bear his children and you will not interfere with his life…do you understand that?!”
Feeling the tears burning her eyes she had lifted her fork, nodding as her mother had looked at her with such pain, her eyes consoling as she had remained silent.
“Yes papa”, the table once more becoming silent.
Grace had not been able to eat any more of the food, her head spinning with her father’s words. So Alexos had talked to him and despite his admiration for her dream it had all just been words. The thought making her feel sick to her stomach. She had thought he was different, that he was special that he was a good man, but he was no different than the man who was now sitting with a look of satisfaction on his face as he had continued to read the paper.
That night she had once more laid in bed her dreams of university disappearing with the expectations of two men. Her father she knew was keen to get rid of her and Alexos, who had already told her that the weekends he had endured were to appease his
His kiss had once more made her head reel, her senses leaving her as the animal need for this man had taken over, kissing him back with as equal a passion as his. With a groan he had pulled back, dropping his head to hers his voice tortured “God I never thought it would be this hard”
Grace smiling shyly back as Alexos had once more started the car, driving up to her family home.
Her father had been there to meet them, pleased to see the way the couple almost seemed to naturally fall against each other, his eyes meeting hers with approval, Grace mortified that he assumed the two were already lovers.
For a week after his departure, she had missed him, her mother watching her with happy eyes.
“He is a good man Grace” she had whispered softly, she nodding back gently not aware of the happiness on her own face.
That evening, as they had all sat together each eating dinner, nobody talking as her father had read the paper ignoring the two women she had jumped as he had laughed.
“Seems Alexos is not wasting any time” the name of the Greek making her frown as she had looked back with interest.
“What do you mean father?” her question one which would have usually been ignored, but this time not. Throwing the paper over to her to read, he had laughed cruelly. Picking up the tabloid she had seen the picture of Alexos with Angelica Fleur, the two laughing together as the other woman had her arm draped around his neck. Holding back the gasp, aware that her father was watching her with narrowed eyes and a smile she had read the few lines in which they had both been spotted dancing alone, reading of the resurfacing rumours of a relationship between the two after they had split over two years earlier, the tabloid enjoying the hint of scandal as she was a married woman.
“I…I’m sure that it was nothing” she had finally managed as her father had plucked the paper once more from her hands a sneer on his lips.
“Grow up Grace. He needs a wife and you will be it. Don’t expect the man to live like a saint”
Her mother’s soft voice had broken in “Don’t say things like that to her…he might well be…”
Her father’s contemptuous glare had silenced his wife as she had looked over at Grace with eyes so full of pain.
“He wants a family. You know that. Grace is to be the mother of his children, that is all, and he wants them soon”
Clearing her throat the feeling of panic filling her she had turned pained eyes on her father
“But papa…I want to go to university. Alexos…”
The loud slam of his hand on the wood and his angry cry stopping her
“I have talked with Alexos about this and we will hear no more! He wants children soon, not some wife spending all her time studying. You will marry him. You will bear his children and you will not interfere with his life…do you understand that?!”
Feeling the tears burning her eyes she had lifted her fork, nodding as her mother had looked at her with such pain, her eyes consoling as she had remained silent.
“Yes papa”, the table once more becoming silent.
Grace had not been able to eat any more of the food, her head spinning with her father’s words. So Alexos had talked to him and despite his admiration for her dream it had all just been words. The thought making her feel sick to her stomach. She had thought he was different, that he was special that he was a good man, but he was no different than the man who was now sitting with a look of satisfaction on his face as he had continued to read the paper.
That night she had once more laid in bed her dreams of university disappearing with the expectations of two men. Her father she knew was keen to get rid of her and Alexos, who had already told her that the weekends he had endured were to appease his
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