The Greek Tycoon Box Set: The Complete Serial: Books 1-10 (26 page)

“I won’t,” said Olivia, and she looked at him with sultry eyes.

His dick strained against his jeans as she pushed her large breasts against him. He had hit the jackpot.
 

“You are so sexy,” he said.

“So are you,” she replied, then tapped him on the nose. “And funny and caring and sweet. It’s so good of you to keep that woman here when she’s mentally unstable.”

“I try,” he said, nearly laughing out loud. “It’s the least I can do.”

“I think I…” she began, then trailed off.

“What? What is it, babe?” he asked.

She looked down, then back up at him, a shy look on her face.

“Now don’t freak out, okay?”

“Of course not, babe,” he said.

“I… I think I love you,” she said.
 

She looked into his eyes and her own were vulnerable and searching.

He gazed back at her and tried to make his own look loving and caring.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad to hear you say those words.”

Now that wasn’t a lie. It meant he had a green light; a clear road right to what he wanted.

“You feel the same way?” she asked.

“Yes,” he lied.

“Oh!” she said, overcome with emotion.
 

“I do have a small confession, Olivia.”

“What, baby? You can tell me anything,” she whispered seductively in his ear.
 

“I am not really a cop. I might have told you a little fib.”
 

“But… I let you in that room, Brian. I could have lost my job,” she said suddenly looking forlorn.
 

“Oh, sweet sexy girl. I only wanted to impress you. Getting into that room was just my excuse. You looked so good standing behind that desk. I would have said anything to meet you,” he said rubbing her back. God, I hate this, he thought. But if this is going to get where I want it to, I need to come clean.
 

“Please forgive me,” he said in the most pathetic voice he could muster.
 

Immediately, Olivia launched herself at him, pressing her full, ripe lips against his. “I do forgive you, Brian. I do!”

He kissed back but kept his hands on her waist. From far too much experience, he knew that all he had to do was to make her want him enough and she’d make the first move. If he looked too eager it could all be over. He flicked his tongue up onto the roof of her mouth.

“I love you,” he whispered, pulling away for a moment before plunging his tongue back in her mouth.

She whimpered with passion and his cock throbbed in his jeans; he pressed it up against her thigh. Kissing him passionately, she hooked her leg up around his waist and rubbed herself against his bulge. Brian needed no more prompting.

He bent down and hitched up her other leg, holding her up with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her skirt rode up to her waist and revealed her lacy red panties. She was heavier than he’d anticipated but his lust made him strong. He backed through the kitchen door and set her upon the counter top.

She spread her legs open wide. With his right hand, he seized her panties and pulled it to the side so he could ease his fingers in. With his left, he grabbed her camisole and thrust it downward to reveal huge, firm breasts begging to be freed from their red lace cage. He pulled his fingers out of her and used both of his hands to tear the lace asunder and set them free. At the sight of them, he had no choice but to thrust into her.

You sexy bitch, he wanted scream at her, but he just barely managed to hold his tongue.

He pulled out and pumped it into her again as hard as he could, watching her breasts bounce up to her chin as she leaned back against the kitchen wall, whimpering and moaning.

 
“I love you,” she groaned.

Shut up, whore
, he said in his mind.
 

Her declaration had nearly ruined his pleasure, but he shoved her breast into her mouth and watched her suck until he came.

“Aaaaaagh!” he called out. “Yes, oh, hell, yes!”

“Yes, baby!” she cried out, climaxing at the same time.

After the few moments that Brian lived and breathed for, he withdrew, shuddering and dripping.

“Did you just come in me?” she asked.

“Take the pill,” he said.

*****

“What about a boutique hotel?” Carla said.

Atreus swung his hand in her own, his brown brogued feet light on the cobbled pavement.
 

“I think that’s a good idea,” he said. “More of a personal touch.”

“Definitely,” she said.
 

She looked up at the skyscrapers that surrounded them, at the lights that illuminated Dubai by night, and thought she’d like to create something much more intimate.
 

“We can get to know the guests, give them a really welcoming experience.”

“And that way they’ll come back for more,” he said. “I don’t know where we could have it, though. There are so many choices.”

“I know,” Carla said. “Too many choices.”

“I think we should do something out of the way,” he said, “but not
too
out of the way. If it’s too out of the way, like Little Ekali, it’ll be a nightmare to get all the building materials over there. But if it’s in the city it’s too crowded. Somewhere in between would be good.”

“What about the English countryside?” Carla suggested.
 

She remembered the Tatbury Country House Hotel.

“Yes, I like that idea,” said Atreus. “Or what about Scotland?”

“Yes!” said Carla. “I’ve always wanted to go there; I hear it’s beautiful.”

“Me too,” said Atreus. “Well, why don’t we fly to Scotland and see what we can find?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” Carla said.
 

She smiled as the breeze blew against their faces and watched as it whipped through Atreus’ hair. She had a man of action.

*****

An urgent
tap-tap, tap-tap
at the door roused Brian from his doze. Olivia lay sound asleep in front of him, her short hair fanned out on the pillow, her naked body less appealing when he wasn’t thinking about sex. He noticed a touch of cellulite and a roll of fat on her belly that he hadn’t seen before and screwed his nose up.

He turned to look at his alarm clock. It was only 11pm. He staggered to his feet and slipped his boxers on. If it was Sarah, he made up his mind to give her a proper talking to. He’d lay into her with the choice words that always made her eyes well up and ask him “Why? Why are you saying these things, Brian?” then run away to the bedroom to sob. At least then she’d leave him alone.

But when he answered the door it wasn’t Sarah. It was his friend, Tom. Tom’s small frame was dwarfed by a baggy tracksuit and his silver tooth gleamed as he spoke. He’d just had a haircut, his blond curls shaved off into a stubble so short that it also caught the light. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Carla’s engagement ring, staring at Brian like he had razors in his eyes.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, Brian?”

Brian grabbed Tom’s wrist and hauled him inside.

“Don’t get that out in public, you idiot,” he said, closing the door behind him. “Now keep it down, I’ve got some bitch in there and I don’t want her waking up and asking questions.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Tom said, thrusting the ring at him.

“Tell you what?” said Brian.

“The thing’s got some bloody mark on it,” said Tom. “I got all suited and booted to take it down to Oxford Street, try to get a good price for it. Then the geezer pulls out some black light thing. I don’t know what the hell it was, but he suddenly starts acting all funny with me and asking me where I bought it and what my name is and stuff like that. All I could do was grab it back and scarper, mate.”

“Geez,” said Brian. “Really?”

“Yes,
really
,” said Tom. “I want my money back for that suit. I bought it just for that.”

“I never told you to do that, did I?”

“It’s all part of the service,” said Tom.

Brian scoffed.

“All part of the service?” Brian laughed. “Fuckin’ hell. You haven’t done any service because the ring’s still in your bloody hand.”

“Take it. Just take it,” Tom said. “I don’t want nothing to do with it anymore.”

“And what am I going to do with it?” said Brian. “Stop being such a pussy. If you find the right place and act right, I’m sure they’ll buy it. Just tell them you’re Atreus Kostas.”

“Think I’ll need to get a spray tan first,” said Tom. “He’s such an arrogant twat.”

“You know him?” asked Brian.

“Nah, but he was on that program, you know, Dragon’s Den?” he said. “Back in the day. Just one or two episodes.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”

“So why’d he come to mind then?”

Brian stared at him.

“It’s his ring.”

“Bloody hell, Brian, how did you get that?”

“Long story,” said Brian.

“You just snatch it?”

“No,” said Brian. “I had to go all the way to Greece to work it all out.”

“Shit, you know where he lives?” Tom asked.
 

“I know a hell of a lot more than that.”

“You’re a bloody idiot, you know that?” asked Tom.

Brian raised his eyebrows.

“You know how much this guy’s worth?” said Tom. “This ring is trash in comparison.”

“It’s worth a mil, I bet,” said Brian.

“A mil ain’t shit,” said Tom. “There’s plenty more milk we can squeeze from this cow.”

Brian ambled into the kitchen and got out an energy drink for each of them. He lifted the tab and snapped open his can. He took a long, cool sip.
 

“All right,” he said. “Talk to me.”

The End
(of Book 6)

Continue on to read Book 7…

THE GREEK TYCOON

Book 7:
 
Building A New Life

By Kay Brody

Chapter 1

“Now this is the life,” Carla said, leaning back onto the plaid picnic rug and turning her head up toward the sun.
 

Butterflies whorled above them in dancing flickers of white and cornflower and beacon orange. Atreus stroked her leg, starting from just underneath her knee and drawing his hand all the way down to her aqua varnished toes. She grinned, her heart and belly both feeling full.
 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so deeply satisfied. She listened to the sounds of her soon-to-be-stepson Dios chattering away to himself as he crawled on the grass. A beautiful diamond engagement ring was perched on her finger and the most gorgeous man in the world’s baby was growing in her womb.
 
Life was good.
 

The afternoon sun beat down upon Westling House’s vast, manicured gardens, shimmering over the ornamental pool and vivifying the fuchsia of the petal-packed peonies and the deep red bunches of the Sweet William. Stately spires of purple delphinium rose in tall crowds around a tiered fountain, the trickling cascade of which sounded fresh and appealing. And all the while the summer breeze carried the scent of lavender throughout the grounds.

“Whenever I’ve thought of Scotland in the past, the first thing that came to my mind was dismal weather,” Carla said with a giggle.
 

She smiled up at the cloudless, creamy blue sky. Atreus chuckled right along with her.
 

“Same here. I was thinking of roaring fires, bagpipes, and haggis.”

Carla beamed.

“Maybe not in July.”

“Perhaps not.”

Atreus reached for a strawberry, then leaned over to place it, ever so gently, into her mouth. She held it there and enjoyed its wet sweetness on her tongue.

Carla had shooed the kitchen staff out so she could prepare a proper British picnic, complete with scotch eggs, cucumber sandwiches, sausage rolls, and a Battenberg cake she’d bought from a local store. Pork pies, strawberries, and quiche were also on the menu. With Atreus’ mother Andria and the plump housekeeper Hanna offering their help, the three women had quickly whipped up a veritable feast.
 

The rest of the family had opted to take their meal on Westling House’s sprawling terrace, but Atreus had whispered in her ear before carrying their food down to the lower lawn, the picnic rug slung over his shoulder. In a house full of family and staff—in fact, more staff than ever, since Atreus’ Bahamian staff had been offered the opportunity to accompany them to Scotland—Atreus always tried to carve out some uninterrupted “alone time” for himself, Carla, and Dios. Carla was so glad for that.

“So, where do you think you prefer?” Carla asked. “Greece, Little Ekali, Dubai, or here?”

In the course of their short relationship, they’d been to more places than Carla had ever been in her whole life. First, she’d voyaged to his sprawling villa in Greece, where she’d been employed as Dios’ nanny and fallen head over heels in love. Then they’d jetted off to England to see her grandparents and his sister, Onella, a celebrated handbag designer. His private island, Little Ekali, in the Bahamas, followed. Then Dubai.