The Kouros Marriage Revenge

He turned back to face her, affronted, ‘Kallie Demarchis, you know I would never look at another woman.’

She put her hand on his arm, soothing him. ‘I’m teasing…but you’re acting so strangely. Do you think I can come out from behind this plant?’

He paled for a second as he took in something across the room. Kallie frowned and couldn’t hide a spike of fear. ‘What is it? You’re scaring me now.’

He looked back at her and loosened his collar. ‘Kallie…it’s someone…someone is here, someone you haven’t seen in a long time…someone…’

‘Who?’ she asked, beginning to feel a little exasperated.

Her uncle avoided the question. ‘I tried to call you on your mobile just now but they wouldn’t let me use it…then I got waylaid by someone else and couldn’t stop you coming in…before…’

She tried to be reasonable, patient. ‘Before what? Alexei, why wouldn’t you want me to come in?’

She could see her uncle gulp visibly. ‘Because…well, because…Alexandros Kouros is here…’

Alexandros Kouros…

The noise in the room became a buzzing sound in Kallie’s ears. She was vaguely aware of her uncle practically wringing his hands and very dimly, in a far-away place, his words slowly sank in with the same devastation as the Titanic hitting the iceberg. She felt an icy numbness take over her limbs and would have dropped her glass except that her uncle caught it in time. The water slopped onto her dress. At least it’s only water, she thought with banal shock, it won’t stain.

Alexandros Kouros…

It was just a name, she rationalised somewhere within her still buzzing head. Just a name, attached to someone very famous. Well known. Very wealthy. Very handsome. Influential. Someone who didn’t even enter her sphere or orbit. But yet…it was the name of someone infinitely memorable. Intimately tied into her past, who had once been in her orbit—had been her orbit—as big a part of her past as if he’d been one of her own family.

Someone she’d never dreamed of having to face again. And now he was here, somewhere, possibly even just mere feet away. Panic gripped her, making her skin clammy.

Her uncle had grasped her hands and was looking at her. She forced stricken eyes to his, her face leached of all colour.

‘Kal

lie, darling…I’m so sorry. The thing is, you can’t be here…If he sees you…’

She nodded slowly, not even really sure why she was nodding, only seizing on the words “if he sees you”. She didn’t even want to imagine for one second what that reaction might be like…or what he might be like now, in the flesh.

She was more than dismayed that she couldn’t be feeling just a mild curiosity, to be able to shrug it off, declare the fact that he was in the same room as a funny coincidence, uncaring whether or not they bumped into each other. She was stunned by the strength of her own reaction after all this time, the well of emotion that was still so close to the surface. It shook her to the core and scared the life out of her. She’d never guessed it was still there.

It had only been a kiss, for God’s sake, little more than a kiss. Yet it had led to so much more. She chided herself that he must have moved on from what had happened…but then she had to remember with a sudden upsurge of nausea that she and her stupid actions had been instrumental in the calling off of his engagement…the ruination of the so-called marriage of the decade. To the woman he loved…How would he have possibly forgotten that?

Her uncle was getting more agitated, looking slightly shifty. ‘The thing is, Kallie…I didn’t tell you before now as I knew it might upset you, but I’ve started doing business with him again. Since your parents died, that is. Obviously your father wouldn’t have approved but, you see, I had to, Kallie. I had no one else to turn to and when he gave me an appointment…’ He laughed a sudden brief laugh, sounding like a little boy. ‘Me! An appointment. It would appear he’s willing to let bygones be bygones, with me at least. Now, if it had been your father, that would have been a different story—’ He seemed to catch himself, realising he was starting to babble, and gripped Kallie’s hands tighter. ‘But if he sees you…’

The familiar clench of grief at the mention of her parents went unnoticed for once. Her uncle was referring, of course, to the scandal that had gripped Greece for weeks. The press had devoured the story of how Alexandros Kouros had taken advantage of his family friend’s young daughter. Just when he was about to become engaged to Pia Kyriapolous. And even though Kallie had cried tears of frustration, trying to defend him, no one had listened, too intent to paint him the villain and her the poor innocent victim.

It had been even more futile trying to assert her own innocence with regard to the photo and story, and only recently had she confirmed for herself who the real culprit was. The story had since faded, of course, and since her grandmother’s death the summer after that, Kallie had only been back to Greece a couple of times. She’d never seen him again.

Her uncle looked so comically terrified that it brought her back to reality. Kallie’s heart went out to him. No doubt he was watching his entire business float down the river if Alexandros Kouros took one look at her and decided to wreak belated revenge.

‘Alexei, I don’t care if you’re doing business with him…really. Look, I’ll go. Believe me, I have as little desire to see him as he must have to see me.’ Liar. You’d love to see how he’s turned out…

Her heart beat a staccato just at the thought. A whole Pandora’s chest was being opened and Kallie was helpless to stop it. This was too close a call and she had to get out, get away. She kissed her uncle on the cheek and squeezed his hand. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow, we can talk more then.’

He nodded with obvious relief and Kallie walked away quickly, head down, not looking left or right, just focusing on getting through the crowd in front of her. She comforted herself with the thought that even if he did see her, she’d changed a lot in seven years, and she would come so far below the radar of his usual women that he’d be unlikely to recognise her straight off, thus giving her time to escape.

Almost at the door, she had to duck out of the way of a waitress carrying a loaded tray and she careened into someone’s back. They twisted to look around and Kallie was horribly, familiarly aware of someone very tall, very broad, with black hair curling on his collar. The back of her neck prickled and afterwards she wondered at how she hadn’t had a stronger sensation, a stronger warning of imminent danger. Quite the opposite, it seemed, some evil force had directed her straight into the lion’s jaws. She couldn’t move. She was rooted to the spot. Unable to flee the danger.

CHAPTER TWO

SHE looked up…and up again. And her eyes met all too familiar dark, fathomless depths. In a heart-stoppingly handsome face. A face she knew well, because it had stayed vivid in her consciousness. Her mouth, which had opened automatically to apologise, stayed open.

‘Alexandros Kouros…’ She wasn’t even aware of saying his name out loud. It was as if she had to say it to make it real or to pray that he was a figment of her imagination. But he was no figment of anyone’s imagination. He was too vital…too dark…too big and too…gorgeous. Why did she have to bump into him? It was too cruel.