And the building was a bank, she registered. Nik strode ahead of her into the nearest building. Leah climbed out, too proud to ask yet again where they were going but looking around. The car drew up on a busy, crowded street. If she had been his real wife, she wouldn’t have dared to sneak around with another man behind his back.Ī limousine collected them at Charles de Gaulle Airport, carrying them through the heavy late afternoon traffic. He was also manipulative, arrogant and vicious towards those who opposed or antagonised him. He was volatile, ruthless and unpredictable. Nik Andreakis, with his smouldering Greek temperament and movie-star looks, didn’t touch her on any physical or emotional level. But now she was utterly detached from Nik and prided herself on the fact. Who better than Leah to recognise the symptoms? After all, she had once been a victim herself. The beautiful brunette had a bad dose of infatuation. On the private jet she flicked through magazines but her mouth curled several times as she watched the stewardess hover round Nik like some harem concubine, desperate to attract the sultan’s favour. Why shouldn’t she be greedy for what she had never had? Nik had stolen her youth, the teenage years when she should have been dating and having fun and loving. And she was hungry to live a life of her own, hungry for the freedom which beckoned so tantalisingly on the horizon. In Paris, she would tell Nik that she wanted a divorce.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |