Seven years later, The Ritz Hotel, ParisCalix Petrakis was bored. It was like a heavy mantle around his shoulders. a black cloud that spread outwards from his very depths, pervading everything. He was oblivious to the fact that he was surrounded by opulence. The opulence that came with being one of the wealthiest men in the world, in one of the world’s most exclusive hotels Hushed whispers encircled him. He tuned them out, the superlatives bouncing off him. They’d surrounded him for years, but he’d never courted them or needed any assurance.So young and so handsome!The most successful shipping magnate since Onassis... Even more money... Most eligible bachelors...Now the constant murmurs that followed him wherever he went only added to the ennui he felt. He’d achieved a pinnacle of success attained by just a very few and only imagined by most. And it had been hard won, which should make it all the more sweet. But was this it? How could he be feeling like this when everything he’d ev
He tore his gaze away with more of an effort than he liked to admit and looked down at Isadora again. As he remembered wanting to leave, he smiled smoothly, her harsh beauty even more jarring now.He murmured, "Forgive me... I have an important early meeting tomorrow. Would you mind if we left?"Not at all, darling." I’ll get my coat from the cloakroom.She squeezed his arm and smiled, clearly anticipating, somewhat misguidedly, that he wanted them to be alone, and walked away.As he watched her walk away, Calix felt no compunction or guilt at what he was about to do. A woman like Isadora was well versed in the way he worked, as were men like him. He had no doubt she’d be put out, but as no emotions were invested, he knew it’d be for the loss of his money, his largesse, and the social standing that came with being seen on his arm. It was the state of affairs he was used to. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase. But lately, if he were honest, every conquest had become stale, even flat. A
Her uncle was getting more agitated, looking slightly shifty. ‘The thing is, Cassia… I didn’t tell you before now as I knew it might upset you, but I’ve started doing business with him again. Since your parents died, that is. Obviously your father wouldn’t have approved, but, you see, I had to, Cassia. I had no one else to turn to, and when he gave me an appointment... He laughed a sudden, brief laugh, sounding like a little boy. ‘Me! An appointment. It would appear he’s willing to let bygones be bygones, at least with me. Now, if it had been your father, that would have been a different story— He seemed to catch himself, realizing he was starting to babble, and gripped Cassia’s hands tighter. "However, if he sees you..."The familiar clench of grief at the mention of her parents went unnoticed for once. Her uncle was referring, of course, to the scandal that had gripped Greece for weeks. The press had devoured the story of how Calix Petrakis had taken advantage of his family friend’s
Two spots of color burned in her cheeks, and her eyes flashed. Calix had to suck in a breath against his will.She was magnificent…and how had she transported him back to a time he had believed he’d forgotten for good, so easily and so quickly?He reeled. Reeled with the shock of coming face to face with the very woman who’d captivated him across the room. Reeled with the force of her beauty up close. And now reeled with the knowledge that it was Cassia Baros. The girl who had taken petty spite and used it to almost ruin him. He looked down at her. Except now she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman. A very sexy woman. A woman who was making the blood hum in his veins and an arrow of desire shoot straight to his groin. An instant chemical reaction.Cassia had opened her mouth again to speak, but before she could, a blonde vision appeared beside Calix, a scarlet-tipped hand on his arm. a blatant indication of ownership. And who could blame her? Cassia thought fuzzily, closing her mouth, her
Cassia took the phone away from her ear for a second and looked at it. Calix was up to something. That was one thing she was sure of. She existed somewhere on his list of people to call for dinner, alongside Attila the Hun. He whizzed around the world on his private jet, doing billion-dollar deals, meeting heads of state, and dating what seemed to be an endless stream of models and actresses, like Isadora. It was only afterwards, when she’d gotten away from him, that she’d realized who the other woman had been: a famous actress. He certainly didn’t call people he despised to ask them out for dinner. People who had ruined his chance for marital happiness and even, by some accounts, a huge merger with his fiancée’s family shipping company, but she wasn’t sure about that. She’d avoided listening to anyone talk about it at the time, and in England, at least, it hadn’t hit the news with the same force."Somehow I don’t think you do, Calix.""But I do, Cassia." "I'd like us to catch up," he
His mind went to the plans he’d set in motion since seeing her again. It was true that he’d never been one with a lust for revenge, seeing it only as a device that could betray a weakness to the opposition. That could betray emotion. When all around him had descended to that visceral level in business, he never had. And it was part of the secret of his success. Part of what had helped him claw back control, get to the top. Go further than even his father had done.He thought of how, when Rastus Baros had come to him for help, he’d debated for a long time whether or not to entertain the man. He smiled grimly. He’d made the right decision. Fate had just told him so.Now he was willing to rethink his views on revenge…especially when it was laid out for him so enticingly, so temptingly, when his loins ached with a hunger that was all too rare. It was time for him to lay the ghost to rest and indulge a little.****** Cassia took in the passing streets of Paris. She’d never normally take a
‘All in good time, Cassia.’ He bent forward and Cassia fought against arching back into the chair. She felt very keenly as though she were involved in something huge, but something she had no clue about. Like a fly caught in a web. And she didn’t like it. Not when Calix smiled at her like the hungry spider."Tell me," he asked equably when her water arrived, "how have you ended up here in Paris?" Didn’t you go to college in the UK?She nodded slowly, determined not to show her fear or her sense of being intimidated. But despite her wariness, she found it surprisingly easy to talk."After my mother and father died, I wanted to get away from London." I’ve always loved Paris. I had spent a year here during my business degree, taking French... She shrugged, awkward under his intense gaze. "It seemed like an obvious choice." I took the money from my inheritance and set up our small firm. We got busy quickly as we seemed to corner the niche in doing PR for English companies setting up here
She flushed a dull red. It had killed her when she’d found out just how her own trust had been abused so abominably. But by then it had been too late. And would he understand what it was like to be a teenage girl in the throes of young passion? How she’d merely confided in someone she’d thought she could trust? Of course he wouldn’t. The Calix she’d known a long time ago might have…but this man wouldn’t.She gave thanks for having held her tongue about Lyra…for not having blurted out the truth. Lyra’s situation meant that Cassia couldn’t use her as an easy excuse for vindication. She had to find out just what he wanted. Because that was as clear as the nose on her face. He wanted something.Cassia hardened her heart. She had to. Those conversations he mentioned had belonged to another time, a more innocent time when she’d believed he’d had different sensibilities, like her own. But, she had to remind herself, once his father had died and he’d taken over running Petrakis Shipping, he’d