Modern Romance June 2017 Books 1 – 4. Maisey Yates
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wedding day wasn’t great either,’ Polly told her ruefully. ‘I assume the ceremony has already taken place? Do you love the man you married?’
It was a simple question but it froze Lucy from head to toe. She started to shiver, feeling cold and clammy. ‘No, we’re not in love. We got married because we have a daughter...at least I thought that’s why we got married but seems I was wrong about that too,’ she mumbled shakily.
‘I can’t believe you’re already a mother at only twenty-one,’ Polly exclaimed. ‘Somehow our detective didn’t pick up on that. You sound so unhappy though. Please tell me what’s wrong...’
And Lucy compressed her lips, fighting the tears positively attracted by that soft, understanding sibling voice. ‘I can’t tell you—’
‘You can tell me anything,’ Polly assured her. ‘Ellie and I are here and ready and willing to help you if you need us.’
‘That’s good to know but I still can’t tell you,’ Lucy repeated doggedly.
‘Is your child’s father abusive?’ Polly demanded worriedly. ‘Are you at risk in any way?’
‘No...no!’ Lucy insisted, hastening to shut down that suspicion. ‘Look, I’ve just found out that my father blackmailed my bridegroom into marrying me! That’s why I’m upset.’
‘Right...’ Polly’s momentary hesitation spoke volumes and Lucy winced. ‘But you’re not responsible for what your father does. Lucy, you only have to say the word and, wherever you are and no matter what time of day it is, we’ll have you picked up.’
‘That’s a very generous offer,’ Lucy framed, deeply touched.
‘Please think about coming to stay with us for a while...you’d be very welcome and it would give you a breathing space in which to decide what you want to do next,’ her sister pointed out.
‘I’ll certainly think about it but I have to go now. I’m sorry. I’ll phone you again when I have more time to talk.’
Lucy thrust her phone guiltily back into her bag, wondering what had possessed her to say so much to a woman she had never met. Now Polly probably thought she was more than a little weird. She headed down to the powder room on the ground floor to repair her make-up. Her mascara had run and she asked herself why she had been reduced to tears. The shock of Kreon’s confession? The knowledge that Jax had only proposed to protect his cantankerous old father from the humiliation of having it known that his elder son had not been his? Whatever, it was her wedding day and she was on show and she had to get over her emotional reactions and behave normally.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ Jax demanded as he strode out of the function room to intercept her and closed his hands round her arms to hold her still. ‘Is Bella OK?’
‘She’s fine. I was talking to someone,’ Lucy told him, colliding with his stunning black-fringed green eyes and experiencing a jolt not unlike an electric shock.
Jax stared down at her. ‘Have you been crying?’ he asked, noticing the very faint hint of pink round her eyelids, which he was certain hadn’t been visible earlier.
‘No, for goodness’ sake,’ Lucy parried with an uneasy laugh. ‘Why would I have been crying?’
Jax had no idea but he could see that Lucy’s naturally sunny aura had dimmed. Perhaps Bella was playing up, he reasoned. Weddings were stressful and a strange place and a strange nanny could well have upset his daughter. He dropped a hand to Lucy’s spine and guided her back into the function room and towards the top table.
The meal was served. It melted in Lucy’s mouth but she might as well have been eating sawdust for all the pleasure it gave her. Her father-in-law asked her some very awkward questions about her past life and she answered as best she could, struggling to breeze lightly past her years in care and becoming much more animated when he asked about Bella.
A professional singer entertained them and then the dancing began. Jax had to almost drag Lucy onto the floor because she couldn’t dance very well and was covered in blushes at the thought of having to perform in front of people.
‘I just wish this day was over,’ she confided, pushing her face against his chest, realising that he was so tall that, from one angle at least, she could literally hide herself.
‘You and me both,’ Jax admitted, wondering if his father had said something cutting to make her appear so subdued and feeling surprisingly angry at that suspicion.
Of course, the wedding he had been blackmailed into agreeing to could hardly be a source of pleasure for him, Lucy reckoned wretchedly. And what must he think of her father now? He probably knew Kreon had already spent a couple of years of his youth in a cell and now he would believe that Kreon belonged in prison and would think less of her because of it. People did judge you on your background and relatives. Not that he had ever thought that much of her to begin with, Lucy reminded herself unhappily, recalling how she had been cast off like an old shoe in Spain.
‘In another few hours we’ll be on our way,’ Jax remarked, long brown fingers sliding down her back to gather her closer.
Heat curled between her thighs as she felt the evidence of his arousal. Her mouth ran dry. Evidently blackmail didn’t douse Jax’s libido. He still wanted her. Was that something to celebrate? Or something more to beat herself up about? Was she supposed to settle gratefully for being his sexual outlet? Was that all she was worth? All she deserved? She didn’t know any longer. Her brain in turmoil, she forced herself to relax into the hard, muscular warmth of his hold and allowed him to slow-dance her round the floor. Other people were dancing now as well and she no longer felt like the centre of attention.
‘Where will we be on our way to?’ she asked belatedly.
‘That’s a surprise,’ Jax admitted, still taken aback by what his father had done.
The little island of Tifnos was the Antonakos home but Jax had yet to even spend a night there. As a boy he had been ferried out there but only on day trips to attend several big family social occasions and as an adult he had flown to the island regularly to consult with Heracles about business. But it had never been his home because when he had been young he had been lucky if his father even acknowledged his presence among so many other guests. In truth he had always felt like an intruder and an outsider in his father’s house and the startling concept of making Tifnos his base raised all sorts of conflicting feelings.
‘Oh...’ Lucy framed, drinking in the scent of him with flared nostrils. There was definitely something scientific in the effect of pheromones on attraction, she conceded ruefully. She loved Jax’s smell; that indefinable combination of designer cologne and husky male had called to her from his first kiss.
Her eyes prickled again and she wrinkled her nose to hold the stupid tears back. Her husband, blackmailed into marrying her. Knowing that, she found it a challenge to believe that she could be a true bride and wife. In fact, Kreon’s intervention and use of pressure made a nonsense of the entire day. She felt utterly humiliated. She wondered when she would work up the nerve to discuss what Kreon had done with Jax and how he would react when she did. He could well be furious that she had found out. His ferocious pride would rebel against her knowing that he could be forced into doing anything.
She was heading for the bridal suite to get changed for their departure when she saw Kat Valtinos walking towards her and suppressed a sigh because she wasn’t in the mood to be patronised or bitched at over the head of Jax.
‘Lucy...’ Kat murmured with a bright artificial smile. ‘Your big day’s almost over.’
‘Yes. We’re leaving soon.’ Lucy busied herself fishing out the card to open the door. Kreon and Iola had already taken Bella home for the night and her daughter would be staying with them for the first week Jax and Lucy were away.
‘Well, enjoy it while you can,’ Kat advised with saccharine sweetness. ‘It’s not as if your marriage will last long.’