All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Chloe didn’t prepare for bed once she got back to the suite. Instead she changed into the denims she had worn to travel over in earlier today and a fitted black T-shirt before moving to sit curled up in the window seat in the sitting room, wrapping her arms around her bent knees as she stared sightlessly out of the window and prepared to sit and wait for Gregorio to return from the party.She had realized Gregorio was right as she’d flung the seductive black dress back into her suitcase—with an inward vow never to wear it again!—and they did need to talk. And the sooner Gregorio accepted that she wouldn’t enter into an affair with him, the better it would be for both of them.Although, again, she knew Gregorio was going to be very hard to resist if he should attempt to seduce her into capitulating.Chloe had never imagined, never imagined that loving someone, especially Gregorio, could be so completely, so emotionally consuming that she couldn't seem to think of anything else but him.

Chloe looked up fearfully from where she lay face-down on the bed as she heard the bedroom door open and then close. Her vision was too blurred by tears for her to be able to see anything more than the silhouette of Gregorio’s tall, imposing figure as he approached.She knew she wouldn't be able to handle another assault on her emotions, that she loved Gregorio too much.The bed sagged slightly as he sat beside her, reaching out to turn her over, luring her into his arms and burying his face in her hair.Chloe's arms instinctively moved up around his shoulders, and she clung on tight."Please understand that I just can’t do this, Gregorio!" she sobbed as she burrowed her face against the hardness of his chest. "I wish that I could—you’ve no idea how I wish that I could be one of those women who would be happy to take the affair, the living together, that you’re offering!" she admitted emotionally. "But I can’t!" "You see, I’ve never—I haven’t ever—I’d probably be a terrible disappointm

‘Cassia, you have to tell him you love him tonight. If you don’t, he’ll never know. You’re going home in two days, next year you’ll be at college or working…this is it, your last chance to tell Calix how you feel.’Cassia’s arms were gripped by her older cousin, Lyra, her dark face close to Cassia’s, her eyes fervent. In some dim part of herself, she did wonder at that moment why Lyra cared so much about this. and stifled the thought, feeling mean. Hadn’t Lyra been her confidante, having had to listen to her wax lyrical about Calix for years on every summer holiday? She was only helping her.Nerves made her voice shaky. ‘But, Lyra, I haven’t seen him in ages, he’s always in Athens now…’ She shivered. And a little remote. Which he’d never been before…Lyra shook her head emphatically. ‘Doesn’t matter. He’s always had a soft spot for you. He’s exactly the same, the only difference now is that he’s loaded.’Cassia gulped. And much more mature... he's going to laugh at me."Cassia, come o

When Cassia woke up the next morning, the tight ache in her chest didn’t seem to have dissipated one bit and she had the horrible sensation of thinking it could have all been a bad dream, but of course it hadn’t. Her only consolation was that she knew Calix would probably be in Athens, and that she was due to go back to England the next day. She prayed Calix would stay in Athens till she was gone. And that no one would ever know what had happened. Except them. And Lyra. Who at least, Cassia thought with a shudder of relief, hadn’t witnessed her humiliating efforts.However, she came downstairs to noise, confusion, and commotion, with her parents and Calix in the middle of it all. Her father was shouting at him, thrusting a newspaper in his face."How could you?" We trusted you. She’s seventeen, for God’s sake. little more than a child. Isn’t it enough that you’re getting married to one of the most beautiful women in Athens? "You had to mess around with Cassia."They didn’t see her com

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