And the line went dead… Adrastos bit out a string of filthy curses.
‘Lost in the hills…’
He turned full circle, a set of long fingers scoring through his already disheveled hair, then grabbed hold of the back of his neck. She’d been gone for hours, so she could be anywhere.
Adrastos tried to connect to her phone again, hoping to hear her voice again. But she wasn’t answering… He had no idea that Electa was simply ignoring his calls willing to try and save herself from that ugly situation.
She kept touching the display and the buttons until she finally brought the satellite navigation screen to life, then she sat staring at the screen. It showed h
Trying to drag himself out of the dark place his mind had gone into, Adrastos blinked his eyes. The one small ray of light he could see in what Electa had just confessed to him, was that at least, this time she was standing here telling him, instead of running away to hide. And she had every right to feel scared. He felt scared. And the same damn issues that had torn their marriage apart twelve months ago were still hanging around, threatening to do the same thing again.“I bought the apartment from Maribel’s husband this morning. They have decided to move to the States,” he said, not surprised when Electa quivered in front of him. He’d hurt her by ignoring the import of what she’d said. But he was not ignoring it. He was cleaning it.“When I explained to hi
“So, what do you want me to do about it, Adrastos?”“You do absolutely nothing, Craig,” replied in a very calm manner Adrastos Evander Leventis, while sitting behind his desk, absorbed in the business report spread open in front of him. Craig Hardy continued to hover like a man in a quandary, frowning behind his spectacles because doing nothing wasn’t an option his employer could afford to take.“Adrastos, you know she is somewhere out there… And that she could make trouble,” he dared to offer, all too aware that the younger man didn’t take kindly to interference into decisions he made about his private life. When it came to a cut-throat mentality, Adrastos was a chip off the old block. When Kosmas Leventis, his father, had become ill and died suddenly three years ago, no one had expecte
Electa loathed debt. She was scared of it. Had been that way from the tender age of seventeen, when their parents had been killed in a car crash, leaving her and her then thirteen-year-old brother to find out the hard way how their privileged lifestyle had been mortgaged to the hilt. What bit was left after probate had finished liquidating their few assets had been barely enough to pay her brother’s boarding school fees for the next year. Electa had been forced to walk away from her own private education and take two jobs a day in an effort to survive. And she had worked and scrimped and carefully hoarded every spare penny she had earned so that she didn’t fall into debt. If it hadn’t been for a chance meeting with the owner of a top modeling agency, Electa dreaded to think where she and Flynn would’ve
In her endless efforts to make his life as comfortable as she could possibly make it for him, Electa had created a monster. A bone-selfish, petulant man-child who thought it was more than alright to steal someone else’s money if it got him what he wanted. What was it Adrastos had said during one of their fights about her brother? ‘You are in danger of creating a life-wasting lout if you don’t stop it.’ Well, that damned prediction had come true with a vengeance, Electa thought, only to toss that aside again with a stubborn shake of her head. For what gave Adrastos the right to criticize the way she’d handled a rebellious teenager when his own privileged upbringing had given him everything he wanted at the nod of his handsome d
Fresh from the shower, Adrastos took a call from the lobby informing him that his wife had arrived in the building. He was quite surprised and impressed almost. Electa was half an hour early. ‘Is this a deliberate ploy on her part to set me off or is she just running scared?’ he mused curiously as he rubbed his wet hair with a towel. ‘We’ll see…’ Adrastos didn’t think for a second that Electa had rushed over to his apartment because she was eager to see him. Only two things fired up his wife enough to make her expose any hint of weakness like this: her brother and money. He left out a third thing… which was him… There was a time when he was the first and last thing on her
Electa sucked in a breath, not wanting to think of him like that anymore. Not wanting to recall anything intimate about their time spent here together or the fact that there were times when they’d actually lived here in peace. Yet, right on the back of that desire not to remember, Electa saw herself, curled up in his recliner with her cheek supported on a cushion she’d filched from a living room sofa, slender white fingers idly twirling a ringlet of hair while she reading a book. ‘Sweet times from another life…’ Her throat began to hurt. Bare pink toes curling and uncurling in time with the music playing softly in the background. A glass of wine and a snack within lazy reaching distance and her handsome dark husband right there, with her... as always…
Like a man hewn from stone, Adrastos showed no reaction whatsoever to her quivering climb-down.“He is a thief, Electa!” he stated brutally. “Flynn stole your identity and committed credit card theft! And he did it with a complete disregard for the amount of money he was stealing from me. How can you, Electa, of all people, want to defend him for doing that?” She’d winced all the way through his cold judgment of Flynn, but still, it didn’t change a thing she felt.“Adrastos… He is my baby brother… the only family I’ve got…” she whispered. “Since I was seventeen, Flynn is all I’ve got in this world… Please, don’t hurt him…” And there it was, Adrastos recognized… The unconditio
Electa knew those words… She already heard those words so many times when they were making love or when he just held her in his arms after a long hard day… She moaned with angry triumph, then went for the kill with a lethal precision he really should have been ready for. She sank her teeth into his full and pulsing sexy lower lip. With a grinding growl of reaction, Adrastos bent her into such an acute arch that she cried out. The next thing Electa knew he was kissing her so deeply she lost the ability to do anything else but cling. Electa absolutely loved the way he kissed her… As if he had to, as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t and had nearly waited too long. Her heart went crazy, another anxious, helpless moan sounded deep in her throat, and her breasts were crushed against his chest now, their
Trying to drag himself out of the dark place his mind had gone into, Adrastos blinked his eyes. The one small ray of light he could see in what Electa had just confessed to him, was that at least, this time she was standing here telling him, instead of running away to hide. And she had every right to feel scared. He felt scared. And the same damn issues that had torn their marriage apart twelve months ago were still hanging around, threatening to do the same thing again.“I bought the apartment from Maribel’s husband this morning. They have decided to move to the States,” he said, not surprised when Electa quivered in front of him. He’d hurt her by ignoring the import of what she’d said. But he was not ignoring it. He was cleaning it.“When I explained to hi
And the line went dead… Adrastos bit out a string of filthy curses. ‘Lost in the hills…’ He turned full circle, a set of long fingers scoring through his already disheveled hair, then grabbed hold of the back of his neck. She’d been gone for hours, so she could be anywhere. Adrastos tried to connect to her phone again, hoping to hear her voice again. But she wasn’t answering… He had no idea that Electa was simply ignoring his calls willing to try and save herself from that ugly situation. She kept touching the display and the buttons until she finally brought the satellite navigation screen to life, then she sat staring at the screen. It showed h
Entering the master suite as Electa strode out from the dressing room, Maria pulled to a breath-catching standstill.“You go out, Mrs. Leventis?” Maria asked, in a voice laced with disbelief, Her reaction wasn’t that surprising when the last time she’d seen her, Electa had been in the bathroom while throwing up. Now she was dressed in a breathtakingly elegant white linen dress touched with stylized brushstrokes of emerald-green. The dress skimmed Electa’s long slender figure and had couture sewed into every invisible seam. The neckline was square, the bodice cinched into the waist by a shiny green belt, and the skirt skimmed midway down her amazingly long thighs. And the shiny green shoes she was wearing elevated her height by an
Electa uncurled from her huddle and made herself sit up in the bed. She was already beginning to feel a bit better now the sickening shock had started to wear off.“Can I get some water?” she asked, pushing back the tumbled tangle of hair from her face. Adrastos stretched out a hand to pick up the flask standing on the bedside table and poured some chilled water into a glass.“Thanks,” she mumbled but she kept her eyes lowered as she sipped. She couldn’t look at him. She wished he would just go and… and get dressed, or something. Because she needed to be on her own so she could think. ‘Maribel…’ was playing over and over inside her head, alongside old lurid headlines like ‘The G
Resting her forearms against the rail on the sunny balcony, Electa looked down at the swimming pool situated directly below her, where Adrastos was currently cutting through the water like a man-eating shark. A word came to her mind while watching him. ‘Lust.’ That was what they shared on this honeymoon. No mention from either of them since the night they’d arrived here of that other word… love. Watching him cut through the water in a long, bronzed slither of supple male magnificence, Electa wasn’t in the least bit surprised to feel her lust for him tangle up the sensitive muscles low down inside. 
She caught the sound of a door opening and then closing with a quiet click into its housing. Her heart skipped a beat as she lay there, listening to Adrastos’s quiet tread. The whole suite was shrouded in darkness because she’d switched off all the lights before she’d climbed into bed, so she lay listening to the rustle of clothing, then picked up the scent of brandy as he lifted the covers and slid next to her.“I know you’re awake,” he said slowly. Turning over, Electa peered at him through the darkness. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, the covers riding low across his chest. And he looked so very somber Electa wanted to reach out and stroke her fingers along his unsmiling lips.“Listen, I’ve been thinking,” he declared quietly. “We don’t communicate about the right things. This must cha
A few minutes later, he arrived in the opening, looking tall, dark, and dangerous in jeans and a white T-shirt, with his hair still ruffled and a scowl on his too-handsome face. Ignoring him, Electa continued her angrily research.“Explain to me why you need the bag,” he invited abruptly. Rummaging through a drawer, she slammed it shut and opened the next one.“I want my phone.”“Are you thinking of leaving me again, Electa?” Adrastos sighed out. “Hoping to call a cab? This isn’t London. Cabs don’t turn up in five minutes around here.”“If I was intending to leave you, I would have just gone… walked back to Athens if I had to.” Straightening up, Electa lanced him an icicle glance.“I can’t leave,&
‘What? He didn’t say what I just heard…’ Electa stilled like a frozen icicle topped by a flaming river of fire.“The tabloids misinterpreted what they saw,” Adrastos extended in a cold, flat voice. “So… this is my revenge… You owe me, Electa mou… You owe me for twelve lousy months of being labeled ‘a faithless playboy husband’. Now you will never know what I’ve been doing and who I’ve been doing it with since you walked out on me.”“So… that… what we just… That was your idea of revenge?” she whispered and lowered her head and turn her back.“I felt I had to.” Instant pain pierced her heart… Electa nodded her flame-bright head.“Well… I hope it gave you…
With a helpless moan, Electa squirmed against him, trying to fight the helpless meltdown she could feel taking place inside. His long fingers spanned her narrow waistline. He used them to press her up against him. Adrastos kissed her until her lips were hot and swollen, and he felt her meltdown start to show itself in the slackening of her tension.“Tell me you want me, zoi mou,” he instructed, seducing her heated lips with the words. Electa folded her fingernails into the solid satin bulge of his biceps and pushed, trying to give herself some space.“El, I will make you say it,” Adrastos warned when she snapped her lips shut.“You won’t…” Electa replied unsteadily, staring with defiance into the burning dark certainty blazing from his ey