Lucas lost colour, the exotic slant of his cheekbones pronounced. There was a lurch in the region of his gut, as though he had been punched. He didn’t want to be free. Naturally, he had gotten used to being married, and he was content to stay married and eventually try for another baby.Layla suited him. He didn’t know how she did it or why she was so important to him, but she matched him in all the ways that mattered. Indeed, he had become so accustomed to Layla being around that he could not imagine his life without her.Obviously, he was more of a creature of habit and routine than he had ever appreciated, because within a short time, Layla had become astonishingly necessary to his comfort."And what if I don’t want to be free?" He grated, soft and low.Layla told him with astonishing conviction, "If that’s what you think you feel right now, you’re lying to yourself." And why are you lying to yourself? because you feel sorry for me and you think it’s your job to look after me.You
Unfortunately, her prejudice against her father for the way she believed he had treated her late mother had ensured that Layla had not had a very high opinion of men, even to begin with.And how much had Lucas’ own behaviour since their first meeting contributed to her continuing distrust? The casual one-night stand? The engagement he had neglected to mention? The blackmail he had used to persuade her to marry him? His conduct has been less than stellar.But Lucas had always had a can-do approach to problems. Layla wanted him to love her. He could lie and tell her he loved her. Was he willing to do anything to keep her? Lucas winced, shocked by the concept.What had she done to his brain? His brain clearly wasn’t working properly. Shock and sorrow had temporarily deranged his wits because, for the first time since childhood, he felt helpless and almost panicky.It felt wrong not to be with Layla, although maybe she genuinely needed time alone to deal with what had happened. He couldn’
Five days later, Layla sat out on the terrace below the twining vines that were slowly changing to autumnal shades and dropping their leaves. She had thrown up before she made it down to breakfast, and her breasts were painfully sensitive.It was as if every possible side effect of pregnancy was suddenly kicking in all at once. She had gone for her blood tests with Dr. Silvano and he had reassured her that the results were normal.Her nerves, though, were all over the place because Lucas was due back that very evening and she was stressed out at the thought of seeing him again because he had been so polite and distant when he phoned. In addition, he had mentioned dining withBeverly, who was also in London, and Layla had had to battle an innate streak of jealousy and tell herself that she was relaxed about his friendship with his former fiancée. But even so, Layla feared comparisons being made and knew it would always hurt that Lucas should believe that Beverly would have made him the
She prepared for Lucas’ return with care, donning a green dress with elaborate beadwork around the neckline and elegant heels. Hearing the helicopter come in to land, she breathed in deeply and crossed her fingers for luck.He would probably still be angry with her because he hadn’t received her text and she had behaved badly at the hospital. She was still brushing her hair when Lucas entered the bedroom."I called Josefina and asked her to put dinner back an hour because I knew I was running late," he told her, pausing directly in front of her to gaze down at her with shrewd dark golden eyes. ‘How have you been?’"Good, really good. Lucas: I sent you a text from the hospital, but I don’t think you got it, Layla said uncomfortably. I owe you an apology for some of the stuff I threw at you.’"You were very distressed."Layla muttered guiltily, 'It wasn’t the right time or place to spring all that on you.' I was in a bad frame of mind.’"Understandably," Lucas cut in, stroking a long, s
Layla told him breathlessly, unknotting his tie, yanking it free of his collar before embarking on his shirt buttons. You’ve just told me you love me, and, since I love you too, we should be celebrating.’"You love me? Even after all the mistakes I’ve made?’ Lucas pressed, stunning dark golden eyes locked on her flushed face and her huge, beaming smile."Yes." Unlike you, Layla murmured in unashamed one-upmanship, ‘I never expected the man I married to be perfect.’But I do think you’re perfect, "Lucas argued heatedly. It's absolutely perfect for me. You’re beautiful and clever and warm and loving and you will make an absolutely brilliant mother. ""Tell me more. My ego loves this, Layla urged, laughing. I really should’ve guessed you loved me when you tracked down my father for me and got him out here. Instead, I was too busy worrying about you dining out with Beverly.’Lucas tensed. "Why on earth would you worry about that?"‘Because you thought she was perfect and you were with her
Hello fans..... That you have gotten to this point simply means you love the stories so far. Let's continue with another heartwarming romance story. TITLE: ALL FOR THE BABY “Will you marry me?” The question seemed to bounce off the walls and echo through the room as Lucette Colbert stared in shock at the face of the man who had asked the question—her lover, Ariston Linard. He gazed at her with a faint half-smile quirking his lips, his eyebrows slightly raised. In his hand, he held a small black velvet box, and the solitaire diamond of who knew how many carats inside sparkled with quiet sophistication. ‘Lucette ?’ His voice was lilting, teasing; he thought she was silent because she was so surprised. But, while that was true, she felt something else as well. Appalled, terrified. She’d never expected this—never thought that charismatic playboy Ariston would think of marriage. A lifetime commitment, a life—and love—that you might not get back. And she knew the searing pain of losi
“Why not?”His easy, interested tone jarred with the fingers he continued to run up and down her arm, and with that sleepy, knowing gaze.I’m a career woman, Ariston.’You can be a married career woman, Lucette . This is the twenty-first century, after all.’‘Oh? And how would that work, exactly? You live in central Greece—the middle of nowhere. How am I supposed to work from there?’For a second, she thought she saw a gleam of something like triumph in his eyes, but then it sparked out and he gave a negligent shrug of his shoulders. You could commute. The flight from Athens to Paris is only a few hours.‘Commute? Are you serious?’We could work something out, Lucette , if that’s all that’s stopping you.’There was a note of challenge in his voice, and she realized then what he was doing. Ariston Linard was a powerful and persuasive man. He was CEO of Linard Enterprises, a company that had started with a few olive groves and a cold press and was now a multibillion dollar company—a ma
‘But you didn’t at the beginning, when we met. You weren’t interested then.’ She’d felt his innate sense of distance and caution, the same as her own. She’d thought they had been speaking the same language, giving the code words for no commitment, no love, no fairytales.People change, Lucette . I’m thirty-two. You’re twenty-nine. Of course I’d think of settling down and starting a family.’Something clanged hard inside her; she felt as if someone had pulled the chair out from under her and she’d fallen right onto the floor."Well, then, that’s where we differ, Ariston ," she stated, her voice thankfully cool. ‘I don’t want children.’His eyebrows drew together at that. ‘Ever?’‘Ever.’He stared at her for a long, considering moment. "You’re scared.""Stop telling me what I feel," she snapped, raising her voice to hide its tremble. And get over yourself. I’m not scared. I just don’t want what you want. I don’t want to marry you.’ She took a breath, and then plunged on recklessly. ‘I d