The Greek Tycoon Box Set: The Complete Serial: Books 1-10 (25 page)

“Oh, Carla,” he said as he reached around her back and popped her bikini fastening. Her breasts bounced out, her nipples hard and sensitive. Even the bikini top stimulated them as it grazed them on its way to the floor. He closed his lips around her breast but she couldn’t wait any longer – she had to have him inside her.
 

She knew that pregnancy could increase her libido, but she never knew how much. She was filled with pure, raw desire. She simply couldn’t wait a minute longer.

“Atreus,” she panted urgently. “Lie down, lie down.”

He did not argue, casting himself to the floor and lying down flat on his back. She scrambled to straddle him, she wanted him so badly. Gyrating her hips, she moaned and gasped until, like an explosion going off inside her, the glorious moment came. She let her thigh muscles relax as she felt Atreus fill her.

“Atreus!” she screamed.
 

“Ohhh, Goddd,” he moaned.

The tiniest movement of her hips brought about a second orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure soaring throughout her body and making her scream out with pleasure.
 

He bit his lip as he watched her bouncing above him and he reached out to catch each of her nipples in his fingers, pinching ever so slightly and sending her over the edge again.
 

“Aaahhhhh!” Carla cried out, her whole body racked with the sweet agony.

*****

Carla could not remember a time she had felt so good. Her afternoon had been a delicious sequence of orgasms, then a bubble bath, then picking out a new dress from one of Dubai’s finest boutiques. Angelique had given her a massage and fixed her hair in an elegant topknot.
 

By the time Carla and Atreus had reached The Ashaa, a restaurant with sparkling glass steps, mirrored walls and so much gold it looked like a palace, she was buzzing with happiness. Atreus hooked his arm into hers and they stalked to their table, laughing at themselves once they’d sat down.

“I feel great,” Atreus said.

“Good,” said Carla, straightening out her emerald dress as she sat down. “So do I.”

Atreus ordered his heavy cutlery into precise lines.
 

“So now all we need to do is to get you another engagement ring. Brian can keep that old one, we’ll buy something much better.”

He picked up Carla’s left hand and kissed her fourth finger.

“Why don’t we get something really unusual?” he suggested. “Something that no one in the whole world has except us?”

Carla smiled.
 

“I’d love that.”

“And then we can go back to Greece,” he said. “I’ll get a restraining order against Brian so we don’t have to worry about him bothering us ever again.”

“Or we could go back to Little Ekali,” she offered.

“Or we could go anywhere in the entire world,” Atreus laughed. “I think this calls for some champagne!”

“Yes, Sir,” an attending waiter said, hurrying off toward the bar.

“The best you have!” Atreus called after him.
 

He tapped the granite tabletop with his fingers.
 

“You’re right.” He turned to Carla. “I’ve really got to look at this as an opportunity. It
is
an opportunity. I mean, we could go anywhere in the world, do whatever we want. The world is our oyster.”

“Interrupting anything?”

Carla and Atreus had been in their own private bubble. They looked up to see Serene and Nikolas had burst it. Serene hung on Nikolas’ arm, a smile stretching her lips but her eyes desperately unhappy. Nikolas stood, his feet wide, his hands on his hips, with the look of a tiger who has just spotted dinner.

“What do you want?” said Atreus.

“Dios,” Serene said, her voice limp and desperate.

“We’ve been through this,” said Atreus.
 

He stayed calm, holding onto Carla’s hands, and did not even stand up.

“You do not want Dios,” he challenged. “You want to spite me and my happiness.”

Carla was shocked by the sincerity in Serene’s eyes as she said, “I
do
want Dios.”

“You think you’re so smart,” said Nikolas. “Selling your shares. Well, I have control of the business now.”

Atreus raised his hands and clapped ever so slowly.

“Well, take it and get out of my life then.” He looked are at Serene. “Both of you.”

“No,” said Nikolas.

“For God’s sake!” Atreus nearly shouted, beginning to lose his cool. “
What do you want?
”

There was a glint in Nikolas’ eye.

“Little Ekali. And Serene, the
island
, of course. I already have the living, breathing version.”
 

Nikolas smiled and turned to kiss Serene’s cheek. Serene’s face nearly went green with distaste.

“Or,” he added, “you give us Dios. Your choice.”

“Have the islands,” said Atreus without pausing. “Whatever. I’ll buy another island. So, are we done here?”

“Very well,” said Nikolas, clearly content with the outcome.

He held out his hand for Atreus to shake, then turned to leave. Serene didn’t budge, her mouth wide with disbelief.

“Wh…What?” she stammered. “That’s it?”

Nikolas spun back around to face her.

“What do you mean, darling?” he asked, clearly confused. “Of course that’s it. We got what we wanted. It’s over.”

Serene’s face was contorted into anger.
 

“You think an island is worth more than my
son
, you idiot?”

“I don’t understand. That was the plan all along.”

“It was your plan!” she roared. “And I didn’t think he’d actually go along with it!”

“Let’s go, Serene,” Nikolas said, trying to gather her. “You’re making a scene. We’ll talk about it outside.”

“What the hell did you just say to me?”

“Listen, honey,” Nikolas pleaded. “This is a good thing. Let’s go celebrate.”

Serene reached over for Carla’s still nearly full champagne glass and threw the drink all over him.

“Bastard,” she cried.

She then scrambled in her handbag and retrieved a tightly folded letter, which she handed to Atreus.

By the time Nikolas, sopping and stunned, wiped the champagne out of his eyes, Serene was already halfway to the exit. He stared at Carla and Atreus, his eyes demonstrating the awareness of his mistake, and ran after her.

After a couple of moments of shocked silence, Atreus and Carla descended into giggles.
 

Atreus handed the letter to her.

“Would you put that in your purse, honey? I don’t even want to look at that right now.”

“Oh, my,” Carla snickered. “That was something else!”

“Tell me about it,” Atreus agreed.

He poured her another glass of champagne and they clinked their flutes together. Then they perused the menu and ordered, Carla choosing the seabass with ginger and coconut sauce and Atreus selecting the deep fried soft shell crab.

“I’ve got this idea,” said Atreus. “It’s been building in my head all afternoon.”

“What is it?” Carla asked.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Of course not,” Carla confirmed. “Now what is it?”

Atreus leaned over the table to whisper in her ear.

“Let’s buy a luxury hotel.”
 

His eyes were locked on hers to glean her reaction.

“Or two. Or three,” he added.

It was a lot to take in.

“Okay,” she said slowly.
 

“We have enough money just to do nothing for the rest of our lives, right? But think of how boring that would be,” Atreus said. “I’m a businessman. I need to make deals and create jobs and suss out opportunities. Otherwise I’ll wilt away! Besides, I figure the more money we make the more we can help people. I don’t want to be one of those arrogant selfish rich guys that doesn’t give anything back. We’re in the position where we can really improve peoples’ lives, a lot of peoples’ lives, and I think a hotel chain would be a good way to do that. One, because you give people employment, and two, because you make more money that you can use to… I don’t know, open a school, or a hospital, or an orphanage. Something like that.”

Carla fell more and more in love with him as he spoke. It was beyond attractive that he cared about making a difference.

“I need my life to have meant something,” Atreus said. “I don’t want my tombstone to just say ‘Rich Guy’.”
 

He stopped abruptly, a deadpan expression on his face, then burst into laughter.

“Though that would be a funny tombstone!” he continued.

She laughed along, losing herself in his deep, dark eyes as she gazed into them.

“I support you in that,” she said. “I think it’s a great idea.”

He took her hand again.

“I know you support me and believe in me, unconditionally, and I love that. But really, I want more than your support. I want you to… to do this
with
me,” he said. “For us to work as a team. That is, if you want to, of course.”

“I’d love to,” Carla said, delighted.
 

The whole reason she had agreed to become a nanny was because she adored children. The idea of helping children in need spoke to her at a deep level.

Atreus smiled.

“Do you ever think that sometimes people are just meant to be together? Like when God designed the universe he said, ‘I’ll make Carla here and Atreus here, and somehow they’ll have to find each other’?”

“I’d like to think so,” said Carla.
 

Atreus took another sip of champagne and smiled at her. He looked more handsome to her than he ever had before.
 

“I’ve never felt so alive in my whole life as I do right now.”

“Me too,” she said. “Let’s start this hotel.”

“Just you and me?” Atreus said.

“Just you and me,” she replied.

*****

Chapter 4

“Now, if there’s a girl in here, just ignore her,” Brian said, about to push his key into the door. “She likes me a lot and I tried to be nice to her and let her down gently, but she just can’t handle it. So, I just keep her around so she won’t top herself.”

Olivia looked up at him, her eyelashes thick with too much mascara.

“Will she be all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Brian said carelessly. “Nothing to worry about, babe.”

He pushed his key in and they went inside.

“Sarah?” he called out, then looked back at Olivia and rolled his eyes.
 

She giggled a little.

“Babe?” Sarah called back, then appeared in a far doorway, her hand on her hip. “Babe, you can’t keep doing this. Wait, what…who the… who the hell are you?”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” said Brian. “This is Olivia.”

“So you’re bringing whores home now, are you?” Sarah said.

“I am not a whore, thank you very much,” Olivia said. “I’m a receptionist in a very posh hotel.”

“Congrats,” Sarah spat sarcastically, then stared at Brian. “Well?”

Brian put his arm around her and spoke in hushed tones.

“Listen, babe,” he explained. From his angle he could look right down her cleavage, but didn’t particularly care. He’d seen it so many times that he doubted his cock would even twitch if she stripped down to her underwear and pranced around the hallway. “Olivia and I are discussing a business proposition.”
 

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a crumpled £50 note.

“Take this and go get yourself something to eat or go down to the pub or something.”

Sarah took the note.

“Are you having a laugh?”

Brian nuzzled into her neck.

“And when you come home,” he continued, ignoring her question, “you can sit on my cock and remind me why I love you so much.”

Sarah melted into him and slid the note into her pocket.
 

“Okay,” she said.

Brian smiled to himself, content in his ability to manipulate practically anyone, especially those of the opposite sex. He doubted he’d have any desire whatsoever to have sex with Sarah after the boisterous night he had planned with Olivia. But he needed her out of the apartment so he had to give her some hope.

He slapped Sarah’s behind.

“Now get out of here, and don’t you
dare
come back before midnight.”

Sarah was out the door in a flash, grabbing her cropped leather jacket on the way. She ignored Olivia as if she were not even there.
 

As soon as the door was shut, Brian cupped Olivia’s face in his hands.

“Boy, that was pathetic. I’m so sorry about that, babe. You don’t have to worry about her.”