All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

The day before the civil marriage was to take place at the office of the mairie on the Place du Panthéon, Cassia was meeting her uncle for lunch near his office on the Champs Elysées. The Arc de Triomphe was a mere shape in the distance as she steeled herself and went into the restaurant.He stood as she approached, and they kissed on both cheeks in a warm greeting. She hadn’t seen him since that night at the Ritz. They’d spoken on the phone when she delivered the news of the wedding, and now she couldn’t put off the inevitable any more. Finally, after she’d prevaricated for as long as possible, he got to the point. Taking her hand across the table, he said gently, "Cassia, darling, you know how important to me you are; you’re like another daughter."‘I know…’ She tried to keep the emotion out of her voice, aching to be able to confide in someone, anyone."Are you telling me the truth about Calix?" He shook his head. "I just find it a little hard to believe that you bumped into him th

Calix strode through the mass of photographers outside Cassia’s office. Unlike with other celebrities, whom they would crush around and intimidate into submission, a space was left around Calix. That elicited a certain amount of respect.As if they knew that with one swipe of his hand or one word, he could do some serious damage. He ignored the barrage of questions and got into the back of his car. The blacked-out windows concealed him from view immediately.He tersely instructed his driver to take the long way back to his office. He needed to think and collect himself. And this was as alien a concept to him as the thought of taking public transportation. But the fact of the matter was that his body still throbbed with a level of arousal he’d never experienced before.What the hell had just happened back there?He ran a hand through his hair and stared unseeingly out of the window. He hadn’t planned on kissing Cassia. But when she’d walked in, so prim and proper in her buttoned-up shir

Calix couldn’t focus on the conversation around him. From all the darker ones, Cassia's shining head stood out like a glowing beacon.He watched her progress as she walked back into the room, the only member of the family who wasn’t entirely Greek on both sides. She’d tied her hair back in a loose, tumbled knot. With an orchid caught in the glossy strands and minimal make-up, Calix thought he’d never seen anyone lovelier.Her outfit was simple, emphasizing her natural elegance, and he had to admit that he hadn't been entirely fair in his criticism of her attire.A knee-length cream silk dress with a gossamer-light golden-colored shawl and high, strappy golden sandals that drew the eye to slim ankles and shapely calves And when she moved, like now to greet one of her family, the silk of the dress moved with her and tightened across her hips. Again, he was blown away by the beauty that had been lying in wait through her younger years. Yet hadn’t she always possessed it? Her eyes had alway

Cassia woke to a gentle touch and found the stewardess standing over her. Someone had put a blanket over her, too.‘Mrs Petrakis, we’re landing in a few minutes.’For a second she was about to assert that she wasn’t Mrs Petrakis until she remembered that she was. She scrambled up inelegantly, relieved to see that Calix was missing from his seat. She pushed her hands through her tumbled hair and secured it back again. The orchid came out in her hand and she looked at it. What had possessed her to put it in her hair earlier? She threw it down on the table beside her, disgusted with herself that she might have somehow unconsciously done it for him. She wanted to get out of the dress, which clung far too much, and get into jeans…or overalls, or something. Anything else.And who had put the blanket over her? The thought that it might have been him made her insides liquefy. She chided herself for being so silly. It was far more likely to have been the stewardess. She looked up and saw Calix

That evening, when Calix returned, he felt hot and sticky and cross with himself for having gone into Athens. A visit to his mother hadn’t helped his mood. She was as cold and wrapped up in herself as ever. He didn’t need to remind himself that she hadn’t even bothered coming to the wedding. His own family had been in woefully short supply. After making sure she had everything she needed, he left. which she’d barely noticed.When he’d been born, as an unplanned late arrival, ten years after the youngest daughter, his parents had only been happy for the fact that they’d finally had a boy, and a proper heir. Their own interests always had been in themselves, not their children, and Calix’s sisters had all been married by the time he’d been in his early teens. He’d long ago shut himself off from the pain of his family’s indifference.Climbing up the hill to the villa in his four-wheel-drive he found his thoughts straying in an annoyingly familiar direction. Cassia. Wondering what she wou