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

you how glad I am it is one of the Rosso girls. Fine women they’ve become. And it’s a good match. You never have to worry if they want your money more than you.”
    Leaning back in his chair, Dareios shook his head. “But I thought…I thought I’d become…I’d end up…”
    “What like me?” Nikko pointed to his chest. He slapped Dareios’ shoulder and stood. “You will only if you’re foolish enough to let Alexandra slip away from you. Be smarter than your old father, son. Grab the woman who pleases you in and out of bed, and then work to keep her close. I became a little too confident I would always have your mother—and it cost me dearly.”
    Standing, Dareios pushed up from his chair and strode to the door.
    “Where are you going?” Nikko called out.
    Dareios glanced back at his father and yanked open the door. “To follow your advice.”

Chapter Twenty Three
    The music in the club thumped like a heartbeat. It was making Alexandra’s head pound. She was done. This was her last night.
    Dareios had won.
    He’d proven he didn’t care what she did. She could seem to sleep with everyone and anyone. She could party all night, dance half naked in the Metaxourgeio fountain, and be photographed hanging off beautiful men and he wouldn’t so much as call to ask about her.
    She gave a sigh, downed her drink, and started for the door. She’d sent the limo home hours ago. She’d have to call a taxi. Half way across the dance floor a man caught her wrist.
    He spun her around and grinned. “I know you!”
    She shook her head. She’d worn a shimmering gold dress and a golden necklace. The high-waisted dress fell in smooth pleats that flew out as he’d caught and turned her. She had her hair in a long, loose braid over one shoulder. “No, you don’t,” she said.
    He grinned again. He had on a black suit and an open-necked black, silk shirt. Letting go of her he put his fingers to his mouth like fangs. “Now do you remember me? From Milan? I was Dracula and some masked man made off with you—but I saw you later, sitting with him.” He touched her hair. “I like you better as a blonde.”
    She started to turn away, but he caught her hand and pulled her to him. “You still owe me a dance.”
    Pushing on his chest with the heels of her hands, she leaned away. He smelled of whiskey and sour breath. “I owe you nothing.”
    And then a hand closed on her shoulder, another hand gripped the man’s wrist, and Dareios stepped between them, peeling away the man in black’s hand from her. “Excuse me, but it seems you are bothering my woman.”
    “Yours?” The man in black glanced at her and then at Dareios. “Sorry. Word of advice. You should keep a better eye on her. She’s too pretty to leave on her own.”
    “She is. But no woman should have to put up with you, my friend. Now do us all a favor and leave. You’re stinking drunk.”
    Muttering, the man in black turned away. Dareios turned to Alexandra, and her heart thudded faster. She swallowed and lifted her chin, hoping she wasn’t showing that she was still shaking inside. “Yours am I? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
    He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. “Dance with me.”
    “What if I say no?”
    “Then I’ll ask again, and again, and again until you say yes.”
    She fought down a smile. “Is that what you plan to do as well to make me yours?”
    He grinned. “No, for that I was thinking of taking you back to my place where I can better prove just how much we do belong to each other.”
    She pressed her body against him. “Let’s go now. I’ve been waiting for almost a month for you to realize that.”
    Grabbing her hand, he pulled her with him and out of the club. Standing on the street, Alexandra shivered. The night had gone chilly. Dareios put an arm over her shoulder and gave the valet his ticket to get his car. She snuggled into him. This was right—having Dareios close to her. This was