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Mairi let go of her friends. “Excuse me. My Greek billionaire husband is calling me.”
Mandy smacked her forehead. “This is your fault, Velvet. Now she’s going to call Damen that forever.”
Mairi didn’t mind her friend’s words. She was mentally floating as she made her way to Damen. Yay me, yay me, yay me!
Damen captured her by the waist as he pulled her to his side. “I love you.”
Mairi melted. “I love you more, my Greek billionaire husband.”
Behind her, Velvet and Mandy groaned loudly, having heard perfectly what Mairi had said with such gushing happiness.
Mykolas’ lips twitched. “I believe I have to rescue my wife and her friend.” Velvet and Mandy were making slow slashing motions against their necks.
When Mykolas left the group, Damen motioned for Mairi to face him, and that was when she saw the unfamiliar-looking man standing next to her husband. “Mairi, I’d like you to meet Acheron. He is Yehor Kokinos’ nephew and the true heir of the family.”
The introduction had Mairi blinking, but she automatically offered her hand and blushed when instead of shaking it, the man bent down and kissed her fingers.
Damen swiftly snatched his wife’s hand away from the other man’s grasp. “Dammit, Acheron. I don’t want to be kicking your ass on the first day we meet.”
Acheron didn’t appear worried at all by the threat. There was something uncivilized and lethal about him, Mairi thought curiously. He was a Greek billionaire like the rest of the men around him were, but he was also a man apart – a man who hadn’t grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth.
“You should thank your lucky stars that I had not met your lovely wife first. If I had...” Acheron’s voice trailed off, allowing his seductive smile to finish the rest of his sentence.
Despite knowing that the other man was only saying such things because he wanted to irritate Damen, Mairi blushed at the look Acheron gave her.
“Leventis is fortunate,” Ioniko agreed. “I had always thought he was unbelievably lucky to have talked to Mairi first when both of us went to GAYL.”
For some reason, the memory of meeting Ioniko the first time made her blush, too. Or maybe it was because of the naked admiration in the Greek billionaire’s eyes as he, too, smiled at her.
“I think the same,” Stavros murmured in that quiet, calm way of his. “It’s Leventis’ infinite luck that I had not found Mairi’s whereabouts—-”
“Lucky or not, none of that matters now,” Damen snapped, irritated at the way the other men dared to flirt with his wife. Pulling Mairi towards him possessively, he stated in clear concise terms, “Mairi is mine.” After a beat, he added generously, “But you are all welcome to form a club of course.”
Mairi blinked in confusion. “A club?”
He grinned down at her before lifting his wine glass in the air. “I propose a toast, gentlemen.” When the other men had lifted their glasses, Damen said, “To the men who were and might have been dumped by Mairi.”
The men laughed even as Mairi wailed in embarrassment. “Damen!”
The party ended at a riotous note, with most of the guests blissfully tipsy as they trooped out of Damen’s house at five in the morning.
When Damen caught sight of Mairi yawning for the second time in five minutes, he muttered, “That’s it.” Without a word of warning, he swung her up in his arms and took the stairs.
“But there are still guests,” Mairi protested.
“The babysitter can handle it.”
A drowsy giggle escaped her even as she snuggled against the inviting warmth of Damen’s chest. “Stop calling Drake that.”
“It’s what his future job will be if he doesn’t leave.”
Inside their bedroom, Damen nimbly took off her clothes and tucked her under the covers before he shrugged out of his. When he joined her in bed, Mairi automatically rolled herself towards him.
Damen kissed his wife, the urge to do so becoming only stronger since Mairi had “caught” him. When he lifted his head, he waited for Mairi’s gaze to meet his before whispering, “I love you, sweetheart.”
She swallowed. “I love you, too...”
The hint of despair in her eyes made him ask quietly, “What’s troubling you?”
Mairi took a deep breath, knowing there was no better time to talk about what had hurt her the most. They had been blessed with another chance to start fresh, and this time she wanted no secrets between them, not even if the truth hurt.
She whispered, “Alina?”
Damen frowned. “What about her?”
“Will you...will you ever talk to her again?”
His eyes narrowed, and what he saw on Mairi’s face made him curse silently. “You knew I met with her yesterday, didn’t you?” He didn’t give her time to answer, guilt for once again unintentionally causing Mairi pain making him press his lips to her forehead in a remorseful kiss. “I’m so damn sorry if it made you doubt me, sweetheart, but I swear it was that one time—-”
