Greek Billionaire's Forbidden Lover (The Rosso Family Series Book 2) by Leslie North Page A

again. She knew he was still in Athens. But why wasn’t he coming out? He was supposed to be the party boy—not her. How was she ever going to make him jealous—and make him realize that he wanted to claim her as his forever—if he wouldn’t even show up!
    Tomorrow night she’d do something even bigger. She’d call up a couple of old school friends and show up with two beautiful boys hanging on her arms. That should get Dareios’ attention.

Chapter Twenty Two
    “Dareios, are you paying any attention to what I just said?”
    Startled, Dareios turned his chair away from the window he’d been staring out. He put down the pen he’d been fiddling with and glanced at his father. “Sorry, sir. I have been a little preoccupied.” With a girl who doesn’t seem to stay home now.
    Sitting up, he thumbed through the financial reports in front of him. But he kept seeing the headlines from this morning. Good-time Greek heiress seen with two boyfriends. What will she do next?
    His fingers tightened into a fist. What was Antonio thinking to let Alexandra go out every night like that? She was making a spectacle of herself. Even worse, Dareios had an idea that maybe he’d opened up a Pandora’s Box. She’d come off that yacht ready to party it seemed. And he was damn certain she was now sleeping with every man in Athens. He ground his back teeth.
    A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up at his father.
    Nikko Anaganos still had a full head of hair, even though gray now spiced the dark strands. His waist and jowls had thickened this past year, but Armani suits hid almost any flaws. He smoothed his tie and sat down next to Dareios. They’d been going over the quarterly financials for the family shipping business, and Dareios knew he hadn’t been as focused as he should be on the numbers.
    Now his father gave him a shrewd, dark-eyed stare. “A girl?”
    Giving a sigh, Dareios sat back in his chair. They’d taken over the board room to spread out the reports—Nikko still preferred to do everything on paper. Dareios tugged loose his tie. “It’s nothing. I was just…just thinking about Alexandra Rosso. Antonio is letting her run wild these days.”
    “And what is that to you?” Nikko asked.
    Dareios shook his head. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I…well, I don’t want to see her end up with some pretty boy who has more looks than brains. Or get herself into worse trouble. Some of the clubs she’s been seen at—she’s not going to meet good people.”
    Nikko nodded. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice that girl.” Dareios stiffened, but Nikko slapped his shoulder and laughed. “A word of advice from an old man to a young one—don’t fight it when Eros strikes you with his arrow. And if you love her—hang onto her.” He gave a long sigh. “I wasn’t so wise with your mother. The only woman I ever really loved, and I let her slip away.”
    Sitting up, Dareios asked, “The only woman? Father, you’ve had more women in your bed than I have good shirts.”
    Nikko grinned. “Yes, beautiful women every one of them, but I would trade them all to have your mother back. But she will not come. I made one small slip when we were together, and she would not forgive me. So now I must make do with second best…or third best sometime.”
    Dareios opened his mouth, shut it, and then asked. “But…but grandfather was just the same.”
    “That old goat!” Nikko waved a hand. “No, he and your grandmother—they had an arranged marriage. Both of them went into it knowing they could—and would—have lovers on the side. But your grandfather, oh, you should have seen him mourn the day your grandmother died. He liked women a little too much, but he loved his wife like no other. That is how it is for us Anaganos men. That’s why I never worried about you finding just the right woman—I knew when it hit you, you would settle down and finally get around to those grandbabies I want to spoil. I can’t tell