Slightly Married
Irresistible, Book 2
Marriage was the solution to their problems. Falling in love was never part of the contract.
When Greek billionaire Konstantin Christakis learns the only way to reclaim his family’s stolen island is through marriage to his enemy's daughter, he makes a calculated decision:
Marry Kayla Athanasiou.
Father an heir.
Secure his legacy.
With a fiancée waiting in the wings, his marriage to Kayla is meant to be temporary — a mere transaction.
But one taste of his unexpected bride leaves him craving more than their agreement allows.
As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Konstantin must choose between the family duty that has defined him... and the woman who just might redefine him.
Kayla Athanasiou agreed to a marriage of convenience for one reason: to protect her sister from the same fate.
After the humiliation of her first marriage, she vowed never to give her heart away again.
Konstantin’s cold, controlled demeanor should have made that easy.
But beneath his icy exterior, she glimpses tenderness — moments only she gets to see.
With their time running out and feelings she never expected taking root, Kayla must decide:
Will she keep the promises she made to protect herself...
Or risk everything for a love she never thought she'd find?
“A heads-up would have been decent,” I finally added, turning to him. “Before she stuck her tongue down your throat right in front of me.”
His jaw tightened as he glanced at me. “Our marriage was a business transaction. I assumed personal entanglements were irrelevant.”
The car turned onto a private drive lined with cypress trees. I inhaled deeply, trying to collect my thoughts as Christakis Villa came into view. Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sprawling mansion gleaming white against the sea.
I turned away from the window, studying his profile. His shoulders had tensed since our discussion began, though his expression remained carefully neutral.
“Just so you know,” I said, breaking the heavy silence, “we’re conceiving this child through IUI, rather than intercourse.”
His thick, dark brows came together, creating a single line above those penetrating eyes. He shifted in his seat to face me more directly. “IUI...?”
“Intrauterine insemination,” I clarified, enjoying his discomfort. “It’s a simple medical procedure in which sperm is inserted directly into a woman’s uterus. No sex required.”
“Artificial insemination?” The words emerged stiffly, as though each syllable pained him.
“Exactly.”
The look of surprise transforming his face was worth framing, especially when followed by unmistakable discomfort. “So I would have to provide a... sample?”
“Yup.”
“At a clinic, with dozens of people walking up and down just outside the door.”
“Uh-huh.” My smile was malicious. “Maybe you could get Stella to help you.”
The muscle in his jaw flexed as he leaned back in his seat. “Sounds rather impersonal. Clinical. It almost feels wrong to reduce the conception of a child to a procedure on par with an appendectomy.”
I’d always imagined conceiving my child would be an intimate moment with someone I loved, not a scheduled appointment. But many people created beautiful families this way by choice or necessity.
The path to parenthood wasn’t what mattered. It was the love waiting at the end.
“I won’t sleep with another woman’s fiancé, no matter the circumstances. That’s the only way I’m doing this.”
