The Tycoon's Secret Affair / Defiant Mistress, Ruthless Millionaire

by Maya Banks

  Something inside her chest, perilously close to her heart, unfurled and loosened. Forgotten for a brief moment was the pain that throbbed in her abdomen and the fuzziness caused by the pain medication. Warmth, blessed and sweet, hummed through her veins. Hope. It had been so long since she’d felt such a thing that she hadn’t identified it at first. For the first time, she had hope.

  He drew her hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss inside her palm. “Do you forgive me? Will you give me another chance to make things right?”

  “Yes, of course,” she whispered, her voice so shaky that her words came out in barely a croak.

  “And you’ll stay? There’ll be no more talk of leaving?”

  She shook her head, too choked to say anything more.

  “You won’t regret it, yineka mou,” he said gravely. “We can make this work. We can do this.”

  She smiled and then grimaced as pain radiated from the center of her body. Piers leaned forward, directing her attention to the small device lying beside her on the bed. He picked it up and pressed it into her palm.

  “This is for pain. You press the button here, and it injects a small amount of medication into your IV. You can press it every ten minutes if you have the need.”

  He depressed the button himself, and a split second later, she felt the slight burn as it entered her vein. The relief was almost instantaneous.

  “Thank you.”

  “I will take care of you and our baby,” he said solemnly. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing except to get better.”

  She smiled up at him, her eyelids fluttering sleepily.

  “Tired,” she said in a half murmur.

  “Then sleep. I’ll be right here.”

  She turned toward his voice, and when he started to move his hand from hers, she curled her fingers around his, keeping them laced. He relaxed and tightened his grip on her hand.

  “When am I getting outta here?” she mumbled as she fought the veil of sleep.

  He chuckled lightly. “There’s no hurry. You’ll leave when the doctor feels it’s safe for you to do so. In the meantime enjoy everyone fussing over you.”

  “Just you,” she muttered just before she surrendered to the dark.

  “Are you sure everything is prepared?” Piers said into his mobile phone as he entered Jewel’s room.

  Jewel looked up and smiled and Piers held up one finger to signal he would be finished shortly.

  “Good. Very good. I owe you one, and I have no doubt that you’ll collect.”

  He snapped his phone shut and hastened to Jewel’s side. He bent down and brushed his lips across hers in greeting.

  “How are my girls today?”

  “Your daughter is very active, which is a blessing and a curse.”

  Piers gave her a sympathetic look. “Do her movements aggravate your incision?”

  She grimaced. “I think she’s playing target practice. She’s has uncanny accuracy for kicking that precise spot.”

  “I’m sorry. I know it must be painful for you.”

  “The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about, so I’m grateful for her movements.”

  “Has the doctor been by to see you yet?”

  “He came by while you were out. He said if all goes well today and I have no further contractions, that I can be released tomorrow. I’m to be on strict bed rest for a week and then I can get up and around as long as I don’t overdo it.”

  “And I will see to it that you obey his instructions to the letter.”

  She was careful not to laugh, but she grinned in amusement. “Why do I get the feeling you’re going to enjoy my convalescence?”

  He gave her an innocent look. “Why would you think such a thing?”

  “Because you’re a man used to bossing people around and having them obey you implicitly,” she said darkly.

  “You say this as if it was a bad thing.”

  This time she did chuckle and promptly groaned when her belly protested. Piers gave her a disapproving frown, and she rolled her eyes.

  The past several days had been good considering she was stuck in a hospital bed. After the first day, the nurse had come in to help her get up, and Jewel had spent fifteen minutes trying to argue that there was no need for her to get up when every movement nearly split her in two. It was the threat of a catheter that finally gave her the motivation to endure sitting up and standing.

  Piers had been wonderful. The brooding man who’d so insolently told her there would be no divorce had seemingly disappeared, and was replaced by someone who saw to her every need. She had to admit that he was trying very hard to put their past disagreements behind them.

  A light knock sounded at the door, and to her surprise, Piers’s brothers and their wives crowded into her room. She must have looked as mortified as she felt because Piers squeezed her hand.

  “Don’t worry, yineka mou. You look beautiful. They won’t stay long enough to tire you. I’ll see to it.”

  He was lying through his teeth, but she loved him for it.

  The thought hit her between the eyes and was more painful than the stapled incision in her belly. Love? Dear God, she’d fallen in love with him.

  She tried to smile, but what she wanted to do was crawl into a deep, dark hole. How could she have allowed herself to fall in love with him—with any man? Apparently she hadn’t had enough hurt in her life. No, she obviously wanted to pile on more pain and disappointment.

  It was all well and fine to want to be loved, but to offer her love on a silver platter? She was just asking for rejection.

  “Jewel? Have we come at a bad time?” Marley asked quietly.

  Jewel blinked and saw that the two couples were standing at the foot of her bed, studying her intently.

  “No. No, of course not. I’m sorry. I’m still a bit muddled. It’s probably all the pain medication they’ve funneled through me.”

  Beside her Piers frowned, and she just hoped he’d remain quiet about the fact she hadn’t had pain medication in three days. The doctor hadn’t wanted her to be on any narcotic for an extended period of time. It was too risky for the baby.

  She smiled brightly at Bella and Marley and opted to keep her gaze away from Chrysander and Theron. They intimidated the hell out of her, and she wasn’t in the habit of giving up that kind of advantage to anyone.

  “How are you feeling?” Bella asked as she moved forward.

  She perched on the side of Jewel’s bed and flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder.

  “Has Piers been bullying you? Marley and I can take him outside and rough him up for you.”

  Jewel smiled and swallowed to keep from laughing.

  “Don’t make her laugh,” Piers growled. “It hurts her too much. Besides, I have you and Marley wrapped around my finger, remember?”

  Chrysander let out a loud guffaw. “Don’t let him fool you, Jewel. All either woman has to do is look at this idiot brother of mine, and he gives them whatever they want, much to mine and Theron’s dismay.”

  “As if you both don’t spoil them shamelessly,” Piers said dryly.

  “That may be true, but a woman can never have too many men at her disposal,” Marley said cheekily.

  “There is only one man at your disposal, agape mou,” Chrysander growled. “And you would do well to remember that.”

  Jewel watched the interaction between the three brothers and Bella and Marley, and for the first time, she didn’t feel like an outsider. The horrible feeling of intense longing didn’t hit her like it did the first time she’d met them. This time she felt more of an equal, as if she belonged in this intimate circle of family members.

  “You must be feeling better,” Bella said from her perch on the bed. “You’re smiling so beautifully. You look quite radiant for someone who has just undergone surgery.”

  “It’s the pregnancy,” Theron said slyly. “A woman never looks more beautiful than when she is pregnant.”

  “Nice try,” Bella said dryly. “
Your flattery will get you nowhere. And if you start lusting after pregnant women, I’ll make it so you’ll never be able to father children.”

  Jewel couldn’t help but laugh when Theron all but paled. She put her hand over her belly and groaned, but even amidst the pain, it felt so good to laugh. She felt lighter than she had in a long time.

  “Are you all right?” Piers asked quietly.

  She waved him off. “I’m fine. Truly.” Then she turned to Bella. “Why do I get the feeling this is an ongoing battle between you and Theron?”

  Bella grinned. “If Theron had his way, I’d have already popped out a veritable brood of children, but I’m too young, and we have so much to do together before I think of having babies. I’ll eventually give in and fill his nursery, but until then I live to torment him.”

  Jewel studied Theron’s face as Bella spoke. His eyes shone with love for his wife, and she knew that he didn’t exert any real pressure. It was obviously a long-standing joke between them.

  “Besides, Marley has taken it upon herself to provide enough Anetakis children for both of us,” Bella added with a smirk.

  Piers eyebrows shot up. “Marley?”

  Marley blushed while Chrysander smiled smugly and wrapped his arm around her waist. It was a possessive gesture not lost on Jewel.

  “You’re pregnant again?” Piers demanded.

  “In seven months she’ll give me the daughter I want,” Chrysander said arrogantly.

  “And if it’s another son?” Marley challenged.

  Chrysander looked down at her, passion blazing in his eyes. “Then we’ll simply try again until we get it right.”

  Marley and Bella both laughed, and Jewel joined them, holding her belly all the while.

  What a marvelous family. A family that she was now a part of. It was simply too much to take in.

  “We should probably go now,” Chrysander said as he studied Jewel. “You look as though you’re in pain, and we don’t want to tire you out. We simply wanted to come by to check in on you and to let you know that if there is anything you need, anything at all, just let us know. You’re family now.”

  She stared back at him, tears in her eyes. “Please, don’t go. You’re not bothering me a bit. I’ve so enjoyed having you all.”

  “Tell me,” Bella said, leaning forward to capture Jewel’s attention. “Are they letting you have real food yet? I’m simply dying for some pizza. Theron thinks it’s barbaric, and so I’m shamelessly using you as an excuse to get some really greasy, cheesy pizza.”

  “You call that real food?” Theron asked in mock horror.

  “Oh I’d love pizza,” Jewel said with real longing. “Double pepperoni and extra cheese. Oh, and light sauce if no one objects.”

  “Tell you what,” Bella said. “We’ll order one our way and let the rest fend for themselves. What you suggested sounds positively divine.”

  Jewel looked hopefully at Piers who sighed in resignation.

  “What man can possibly say no to a woman when she looks at him that way?”

  Both Theron and Chrysander laughed.

  Chrysander clapped Piers on the back. “Now you’re learning, little brother. Now you’re learning.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “I have a surprise in mind,” Piers said as he wheeled her out of the hospital’s front entrance. “It will take a while to execute, so what I want you to do is relax and try to rest as much as possible.”

  A flutter of excitement bubbled in her stomach. She felt like a kid at Christmas. For someone who’d never gotten accustomed to any sort of surprise, she was fast finding she liked them very much. Or at least the anticipation of having one.

  Piers’s security detail stood outside the limousine awaiting their arrival. One opened the back door, and Piers scooped Jewel up from the wheelchair and carefully placed her in the seat, taking extra care not to jostle her. Then he walked around to the other side while all but one of his security team slipped into a car parked behind the limousine. The last man got into the front with the driver.

  “Where are we going?” she asked curiously when they went the opposite direction of the house she and Piers had been staying in.

  “The airport.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Where are we going?”

  Familiar excitement lit her veins. She loved to travel for the excitement of going to a new place, meeting new people and experiencing different cultures. Only this time she wasn’t going alone, and that thrilled her more than she would have thought possible.

  He smiled and reached over to take her hand. “If I told you, it would spoil the surprise.”

  “But my clothes, my things. I haven’t packed.”

  “All taken care of,” he said smoothly. “This is why I hire a staff.”

  “Did you pack my chef?” she asked mournfully. “He made the most delicious food.”

  Piers chuckled. “I assure you, you won’t go hungry.”

  A while later they pulled up next to a small jet parked on a private airstrip. Piers waited while his security got out and boarded the plane. Then he walked around to her side and picked her up.

  “I’ll take her if you like, Mr. Anetakis,” Yves offered. He was the only one who Jewel knew by name. The rest were a mystery to her, but then Yves seemed more of a personal bodyguard for Piers while the rest operated on the perimeter.

  Piers shook his head. “Thank you Yves, but I’ll take Mrs. Anetakis to the plane.”

  Each step he took was in careful consideration of her comfort. When he reached the steps to the plane, he ducked down and walked inside.

  Never before had she seen the inside of a private jet, and if she’d been expecting a smaller version of a regular airliner, she was mistaken. There were seats in the front covered in soft, supple leather that looked incredibly luxurious and comfortable. Beyond them was a sitting area with a recliner and a couch along with a coffee table, television and a mini bar.

  Piers followed the direction of her gaze. “After we take off, I’ll show you the rest. There’s a bedroom in the back of the plane that you can lie down in. There’s also a small kitchenette, so if you want anything, you’ve only to let the flight attendant know.”

  Her eyes widened. “Flight attendant? You have one for the plane?”

  “Of course. She travels with the pilot. They’re a husband and wife team. It’s an arrangement that suits them well. Now, would you like a window or an aisle seat?”

  “Window,” she said.

  He carefully settled her in place and then took the seat next to her. Before fastening his seat belt, he reached over and gingerly buckled hers into place, leaving it loose around her belly.

  The flight attendant walked up with a smile and greeted Piers. Then she turned her smile on Jewel. “I’m very happy to meet you, Mrs. Anetakis. If there is anything I can get you during the flight, don’t hesitate to ask. We’ll be cleared for take off shortly. Would you like something to drink while you wait?”

  Jewel shook her head. “No thank you. I’m fine for now.”

  Minutes later, they taxied down the runway and took off. Jewel leaned her head on Piers’s shoulder and snuggled into his warmth. As curious as she was to see the rest of the plane, getting up and moving hurt too much. She was perfectly content to remain here for the duration of the flight.

  “You’re still not going to tell me where we are?” Jewel asked several hours later as their car wound its way along a curving highway.

  Piers smiled. “Patience, yineka mou. I think you’ll find it’s well worth the wait.”

  She sighed and relaxed in her seat. Wherever they were, it was beautiful and unspoiled. She’d lay odds it was in the Caribbean or some similar tropical place. Were they going to one of his hotels?

  They stopped at a security gate where Piers punched in a code. Huge iron gates swung slowly open, and they continued up the drive.

  Lush greenery abounded. It was like driving into a private paradise. Flowers, plants, fountains and e
ven a mini waterfall cascaded over rocks in the distance.

  And then she saw the house. Her mouth fell open at the sight of the stunning cottage, well if you could call something so huge a cottage. But despite its size, it had the look of a cozy, stone cottage. It looked positively homey.

  “Is this where we’re staying for the time being?” she asked when the car pulled to a stop beside another large fountain with flowers floating serenely in the pool surrounding it.

  “This is your house, yineka mou. It now belongs to us.”

  She was struck positively speechless.

  “But the best is yet to come,” he said.

  She watched him walk around the front of the car and wondered how on earth it could get any better?

  He helped her from the car and motioned his security men who were standing several feet away. They quickly disappeared while Piers put a strong arm around her waist and urged her toward a walkway leading around the house.

  And then she heard it. The distant sounds of waves crashing. She inhaled deeply, catching the salty air in her nostrils.

  “Oh Piers,” she breathed.

  They topped a small rise between a section of gardens and the wooden deck jutting from the house over a sharp cliff. She looked out and all she could see was a great expanse of ocean. Brilliant blue, so stunning it almost hurt her eyes to look at. It sparkled like a million sapphires.

  The walkway continued, smooth in places and at other areas it became a series of steps leading down to the beach. The house was situated on the cliff in a secluded cove between two outcroppings. It afforded them a small stretch of sandy beach, completely private.

  It was the most magnificent view she could have imagined. And it was theirs.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “This is my dream, Piers. I can’t believe this is ours.”

  “It’s yours, yineka mou. My wedding gift to you. I have it on good authority it comes equipped with a full staff, including a certain chef you’ve grown extraordinarily fond of.”

  She threw her arms around him, ignoring the painful jolt to her incision. “Thank you. It’s so wonderful, Piers. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you.”