The Greek Billionaire and I

She took them with fingers shaking so much it was hard to keep the papers still enough for her to read them. And when she finally did, a silent gasp burst from her.

He had changed his name to Lambert.

Mykolas laid his heart out. “You’ve risked too many things for me, my love. And this was the only thing I could do to show you that I’m willing to take every goddamn risk to prove to you that I love you, and that if you just give me one…” His voice shook and became raw with emotions. “Just one chance, my love, and I will love you like no man can ever love you. I’m yours forever, no matter…no matter if you have me or not.”

Velvet closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see his face as she whispered, “Or not.”

And then she was turning her back on him, walking away, and he didn’t make even one sound. She wanted to look back but she forced herself not to, telling herself it was better this way. Blindly making her way to the back exit, she found herself stunned to see Mykolas’ manservant, Dodds, waiting for her.

“I was instructed to wait for you in the event that you went out through here, Mrs. Sallis. He believed you would be more comfortable with someone you know to drive you to your choice of destination.”

She allowed the older man to walk her to a waiting car, and a hysterical laugh started to bubble inside her when she saw that it was a limousine. Of course it had to be a limousine. Mykolas Sallis was a proud Greek billionaire. Only limousines were worthy enough for his butt. He was that proud – so proud he had changed his name to hers. For Velvet.

No, no, NO!

She was not going to think along those lines.

It was better this way.

Inside the car, Dodds had used his own set of controls to switch the TV open. She started to tell him that she wasn’t interested in watching it when she realized that the sneaky old man had chosen the channel where a live interview of Mykolas was being broadcasted.

Oh God.

She shouldn’t watch this. It would only complicate matters. She knew all these but she just couldn’t tear her gaze away the moment the camera focused on Mykolas’ face. He looked haunted, grief-stricken, and her heart squeezed hard.

“Is it true that you’ve changed your name to Lambert?”

“What does this mean? Should we call you Missus now since we know who’s wearing the pants in the family?”

“We heard your wife left you for another man and she got half of your fortune in a Swiss bank account. Anything to say about this?”

More questions were shot at him in rapid succession, all of them viler than the last. But throughout it, Mykolas remained stoic, as if he was punishing himself…

A strangled sob escaped her throat.

It was as if he was punishing himself, turning the tables around so he could feel how she felt when he had tried to hurt her that night, when he had tried to humiliate her and accused Velvet of so many things she didn’t understand because she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“What happened to the part of your vows about sticking together through thick or thin, better or worse, richer or poorer?” Another reporter jeered.

Someone laughingly answered, “Or not.”

The whole crowd laughed.

Except for Mykolas.

For those two words had broken him where all other insults had failed.

I’m yours forever, no matter…no matter if you have me or not.

Or not.

She looked at Dodds. “Please take me back to him.”

“Right away, Mrs. Sallis.” And with a swift turn of the wheel that had her clutching the handlebar for support, Dodds drove them quickly back to the bar and made a turn so they could get to where Mykolas was.

His security team immediately allowed them to pass, and she realized that the press had only been able to get close to him because Mykolas had allowed it. Fresh tears stung her eyes as she came to understand that it was yet another way for him to punish himself.

When Dodds stopped the car, she threw the door open and jumped out. Dodds started honking his horn, creating a furor that allowed Velvet to force her way to the front. She was so bent on reaching Mykolas that when she finally found herself past the crowd, she lost her footing and ended up crashing into him.

Mykolas looked down at the woman who had crashed into his arms and was stunned to find a crying Velvet meeting his gaze. He said dazedly, “Velvet?”

“L…L…L…” God, it was so hard to say the words even though she knew this time she had to. Because this time, she also knew that how she felt about Mykolas was the same way he felt about her.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded hoarsely.

“L…L…” She looked at him, begging for him to understand. But it was as if he didn’t want to allow himself to hope, fearing that if he did and it wasn’t true, he would never be able to get over it.

Velvet swallowed, inhaled, and tried again. “L…L…Let’s f*ck?”

WHOA. Camera bulbs started flashing more quickly, the whole crowd suspended in disbelief at her words, which she had apparently spoken more loudly than she meant to.

Mykolas on the other hand was looking at her as if he didn’t quite know what to make of her. “You want to f*ck right now?”

She stammered, “No, I mean, yes…” She glared at him in frustration.

Mykolas felt like she was waiting for him to say something, but damn if he could figure it out. All he knew was that she was here, and he might…he might still have a chance. “I love you, Velvet,” he whispered. He couldn’t help it. “You are and will always be my love.”

Oh.

She threw her arms around him, and suddenly the words were so easy to say. “Love you,” she whispered. “So much.”





Epilogue




“Happy first monthsary, Mr. Lambert!” Velvet jumped out of her hiding place.

“What the f*ck?” Since all the lights in their living room were closed and it was a few minutes past midnight, his wife had almost succeeded in giving him a heart attack, coming out like a ghost from one darkened corner. “You gave me the scare of my life…”

The lights switched on, revealing Velvet’s crestfallen face.

“…my love,” Mykolas hastily ended. God, he kept forgetting pregnancy had made her sensitive and moody.

When her face lit up with a beaming smile, Mykolas knew he had done the right thing.

“I just wanted to surprise you,” she admitted to him with a pout.

The pouting lip never failed with him, and in seconds he had her in his arms and was kissing her hard. He was aroused, too, very much so, if the way his cock was practically grinding into her p-ssy was any indication.

And that was a good thing, Velvet thought with a sigh as Mykolas lifted his head, considering what her gift to him was. “I have another surprise for you,” she told him excitedly and immediately pulled him towards the stairs.

“Just remember I’m a lot older than you are,” he reminded her half-seriously.

Velvet only snorted. “You just turned thirty.”

“With the way your surprises turn out, I’m thirty going on sixty.” It was not an exaggeration. Last week’s surprise had started with Velvet bursting into tears while they were having a candlelit dinner in a fancy restaurant. With everyone glaring at them, Mykolas had felt like the world’s greatest jerk even though he had no f*cking idea what he had done wrong and was even more clueless and desperate about what he should do to make Velvet feel better.