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CHAPTER ONE

CHRISTIAN MARKOS TIPPED the last of his chalass

He’d known today was going to be hard, but hadn’t iined quite how torturous it would be Not even all the running around he’d done with Rocco that ly desperate atteated it

Afterwards, he’d stood by the side of his closest friend on the happiest day of his life and all he’d been able to think was how deeply he’d betrayed hi his vows, Christian had been using all his willpower to stop his gaze flitting to Alessandra

He was still fighting it

Alessandra Mondelli: Rocco’s baby sister A pretty child who’d grown into a ravishingly beautiful woman The one woman in the world as totally off-li, sleeveless, silk lossy, dark-chestnut hair pulled back in a tight chignon, she’d arrived by boat with the radiant bride, the spring sun beaolden skin

In his eyes the chief brides the famous supermodel bride

The last ti a short, crea and a pair of black shoes so high he’d been amazed she could walk in them But walk in the with every step That was the last time he’d seen her clothed The last time he’d seen her properly she’d been burrowed naked under the bed covers in her apartardens by Lake Co dinner was over, the evening celebration about to start He’d hs frouests, especially Stefan and Zayed, who’d substituted the speech he’d written with a bluer version Instead of relaxing, knowing his job was done, Christian was on tenterhooks waiting for theeyes at hio he would have been at her side like a shot If not her, then one of the other gorgeous wo labelled ‘wedding of the century’ Super a child in a sweetshop

If that were the case, then he must have diabetes, because none of the sweets looked re

Except one The forbidden one

How could he have allowed things to get so out of hand? He ht flit from bed to bed but he never lost control of himself

To have lost his control with Alessandra

He could blane they’d drunk He could blas, but all the blame was on himself

Alessandra had been vulnerable Try as she’d done to hide it, she’d been a randfather, the man who’d raised her since she’d been a baby and who’d been buried barely teeks before

Christian had dropped in at the House of Mondelli, the world-fa to take Rocco out for a night on the tiles, ether on his Italian friend’s yacht But Rocco had been in New York and he’d bumped into Alessandra, who’d insisted he take her out instead Under norot back in his jet to fly on to Athens If he hadn’t caught the desperation in her beautiful honey-brown eyes, he would have done just that, not found hi the funeral service

When they’d set out for the evening, the last thing he’d expected was that they would end up in bed together

Woular basis He could only assume that it was the fact Alessandra was someone as in his life, so to speak, thaton That and the guilt of it all She ate the kiss that had led to the love, but the blame for what followed lay firmly on his shoulders