Pollyanna and the Greek Billionaire (Innocent and Betrayed, Part 2) (9 page)

She came with a ragged sob, and her climax spurred his, and clasping her hips tightly to him, he spilled every drop of cum inside her pussy, even grinding his cock against her so not a drop would be wasted.

But when the haze of their lovemaking faded, reality crashed, and both of them wordlessly disentangled themselves from each other. Seated at the couch, still naked, he watched his wife slowly pick up her clothes from the floor, her every movement stiff.

Then he heard her choke back a sob, and he moved first, thinking,
‘To hell with pride.’

He had her in his arms the next moment, and she was sobbing against his chest.

He inhaled hard. “I’m sorry,” Kyr gritted out.
 

Pollyanna nodded, but now she was old enough to know that sometimes, sorry just wasn’t enough. Now, she finally realized that the day would come when she had to stop papering over the cracks of their marriage and find out what the real problem was.

Because, even if neither of them didn’t want to admit it, their marriage wasn’t perfect.

Chapter Nine

It was fast becoming a pattern
, Pollyanna thought wryly over a year later as she found herself looking back at the past. The night Kyr had taken her in his office, she had conceived, and of course that had put an end to any plans she had about working.

Again.

While rocking her baby to sleep, she found herself looking up at the ceiling.
God, is this Your way of trying to tell me something?

When Annalisa was finally asleep, she gently placed the months-old baby back in her cot and her ever-watchful nanny came forward, whispering, “I’ll take over here, Mrs. Gazis. You go and celebrate your anniversary.”

Easier said than done,
Pollyanna thought moments later, considering that her husband was nowhere to be found.

She knew she could just ask someone to look for him, but then, that wouldn’t be fun at all. And what if Kyr was playing hide and seek with her? He had become extremely sweet lately, sweeter than he had ever been, so she wasn’t putting anything past him.

As she roamed the resort on her own, visiting one hallway after another, she thought about her life and shook her head, no longer surprised that it
still
felt surreal.
 

Eight years,
she thought and almost giggled. They were celebrating their eighth wedding anniversary this year, and in those eight years, she had given birth to four beautiful children at the grand old age of twenty-six.

Heaven help her if Kyr ended up wanting another one,
Pollyanna thought. But in truth, she kind of liked the idea, too. Being an only child had been so lonely, and she knew that Kyr felt the same. If God saw to bless them with more kids, she wasn’t going to complain at all.

On her way to the ballroom, she bumped into her godparents, and she asked, “Have you seen Kyr?” It was cheating, but it was also getting late, and she didn’t want their guests to wait too long.

Ezio and Dinah exchanged an uneasy look.

Pollyanna grinned. “Either he’s really playing hide and seek with me,” she teased, “or he’s planned a surprise and you two are in on it.” Moving forward, she placed a kiss on each of their cheeks, saying, “It’s okay, I won’t force you to say anything. I’ll find him, sooner or later.”

And she was right, but she would wish by then that she had never found him at all.

****

Practically everyone in the island, guests and locals alike, had been invited to their wedding anniversary, and all of them had said yes, even though invitations had only gone out a few days ago. And for a change, it had all been Kyr’s idea and not his wife’s.

The first time he had told Pollyanna about it, she had immediately tiptoed to lay a hand on his forehead. “Are you sick?”
 

This had him rolling his eyes and the twins, who were with them in the living room doing their summer reading, burst out laughing, too.

“You can’t blame me,” his wife said defensively at the dirty look he had thrown at her. “We both know how antisocial you are.”

“Do you want the party or not?” But his irritable voice had been entirely feigned, and the way his wife giggled had told him she was aware of this, too.

Even so, she had pretended to think about it. “I don’t know…it depends.” And at his raised eyebrow, she had answered cheekily, “On how many…” But then it was as if her embarrassment had caught up with her and she had trailed off in obvious discomfit.

Had she said what he thought she had said?
When Kyr had looked back at his wife in visible bemusement, her cheeks had suddenly become flushed, and Kyr realized that she
had
wanted to shock him.

“Why, you little…”
 

But their daughter had interrupted him then, asking curiously, “How many what, Mama?”

Pollyanna had gasped and turned even redder.

Serves you right,
he thought with a smirk. Facing his daughter, he said solemnly, “Mama is just asking how many times she could eat—” But he hadn’t been able to speak, his wife quickly covering his mouth with a gasp of dismay.

Dio had put his pencil down. “You’re hungry, Mama?”

Pollyanna had moaned, and he had taken advantage of her distraction by taking her hand off his mouth, saying, “Mama is very—”

His wife had hurriedly covered her mouth again.
 

Recalling the incident made him smile even now. And it would get even better tonight, he thought in satisfaction. Tonight, he would give his wife the biggest surprise of all. He had built a corner office at the resort, where he hoped she would soon be working as head of her own event styling firm.

He would never give her headquarters in New York or anywhere else, but he felt that he was finally ready to have her traveling for work whenever the occasion called for it.

Just thinking of how his wife would react to his surprise made his lips curve in another smile, but this was completely wiped away when he saw the woman standing at the other end of the hall.

Ana.

She looked almost exactly like the day he had last seen her. Tall, golden-skinned, slender, and exotic, she was still vibrantly beautiful even though, like him, she was in her mid-thirties.

But her clothes had changed, and so had her bearing. In the past, Ana had been like the ice maiden, and even then he had known it was her way of coping, her way of preventing herself to be hurt by how others had looked down on her because of her poverty.

Now, the reserve was completely gone, and in front of him was a quietly confident woman dressed expensively in Chanel from head to toe.

“Hello, Kyr.”

He wasn’t able to answer right away. He was too stunned, but it wasn’t because she was here. In the back of his mind, he had always expected this would happen, and now that it had, he couldn’t understand why he felt so damn…blank.

“What are you doing here?” he asked finally.

The coldness in his tone made her flinch, but Kyr told himself he didn’t give a damn. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to come here, especially now, on his wedding anniversary.
 

“I just want to talk…”
 

He hardened himself against the way her voice had unusually faltered, telling himself it was just nostalgia making him react to it.

“You’ve been ignoring my letters, my calls—”

He flushed at the hurt he heard in her voice. “What do you expect?” But instead of sounding curt, he sounded…defensive. It had pleased him to have her calling and writing letters to him first, and it had pleased him even more to ignore all of it.

“I would never have come if you had just taken one of my calls,” Ana whispered.

“What did you expect?” he snapped. “I’m married—”

A flash of her old fire in her eyes as she cried out, “And what? She’s forbidden you to talk to me?”

He looked at her coldly. “She doesn’t even know you exist.”

Ana’s jaw dropped. “But she’s my parents’ godchild!”

“Your parents are decent enough not to talk unnecessarily about the past to my wife,” he said curtly. While it didn’t surprise him at all that Ana knew who Polly was, a part of him did wonder how she had learned about it.
 

“And the others on the island?” Ana’s bitterness was evident in her voice. “I suppose they didn’t tell her either, out of loyalty?”

He didn’t bother to say anything, knowing that as someone born on Teleios as well, Ana knew just how deep everyone’s loyalty was to him.

He started to tell her it was time to leave, but when he turned to face her again, she was suddenly in front of him, and he sucked in his breath in surprise. This close, everything in the past came hurtling back, and he stiffened as all the feelings came back.

Hatred, despair, and love—

He squeezed his eyes shut.
 

But he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Ana, his Ana, the first girl, the only girl he had ever loved, and she was back.

Ana.

All his dreams from boyhood—

Could they be his again?

Could he make them come true?

And it was as if she had heard his every thought, with Ana curling her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to his as she whispered achingly, “I’m so sorry for leaving you, Kyr. Please take me back. I’m begging you. Please, and we can have everything back again.”

Ana was begging him to take her back, just like he had always dreamed of.

It was his chance to destroy her the way she had destroyed him.

But the words were locked in his throat.

Ana.

The girl he had loved for over a decade, since he was fifteen, or maybe he had loved her even before that, since they had grown up together.

Ana.

The girl who had known him inside and out, who had been his equal in every way—

Ana.

Her lips touched him.

At the same time, Kyr heard his wife’s voice behind him.

Chapter Ten

Pollyanna had never thought to question her knowledge of pain.
 

It was that feeling she had when failing a quiz after studying so hard. It was that feeling when she had fallen so hard for Kyrillos Gazis the first time, only to see him in her godparents’ home, his face telling her without words that he was going to leave her.
 

Later on, life had redefined pain for Pollyanna. Pain was the way she had suffered while giving birth to the twins. It had hurt, but it was the kind of hurt she would gladly undergo again, as long as it meant she would have her children with her.

Pain was fighting with her husband but knowing at the end of the day they would make up, and everything would be better again.

That was what she knew of pain.

And now, she realized sickly what she knew hadn’t been enough.

This
was pain.

The sight of her husband breaking away jerkily from another woman—

The knowledge that her husband had kissed
that other woman—

Pain was when the penny finally dropped, and she realized dazedly that she had just caught her husband in an act of infidelity.

No matter how long he lived, Kyr knew he would never forget that moment.

The way his wife had paled at seeing him with Ana—

The way his wife had started to sway, as if the mere sight of him with another woman was like being stabbed—

And most of all, he knew he would never forget and never forgive himself for the way Pollyanna let out a nearly inaudible sound of loss, like a small animal nailed helplessly to the ground—

And then she was running away.

For one moment, Kyr remained frozen, unable to believe how goddamn fast everything had happened.