Loukas's Lost Legacy

The word loomed in Anna’s mind like the Hollywood sign on the hills above L.A., each letter as tall as a building, the stark white a perfect contrast to the darkness of her thoughts. Soon, the doctor would call and confirm her total failure in the wife stakes. Because no Greek man wanted a woman who could not bear him children as his wife, especially not a man as powerful and proud as Loukas Stefanos. Her husband. But for how long? The scent of honeysuckle teased her senses and the sea blue of the Mediterranean glistened in the distance. A view that usually gave her pleasure now taunted her with how soon she would be leaving it behind. She had no choice. She would not burden Loukas with an infertile wife. It wouldn’t be fair. He’d married her because he enjoyed her company and it was a prudent business move considering who her father was. It wasn’t his fault she had fallen in love with her Greek tycoon husband or that she had been unable to conceive in the two years of their marriage. His father’s comments at the celebration dinner for their second anniversary had prompted her to approach her doctor for fertility tests. “Yorgos slapped Loukas on the back. “Well, my son. Two years is long enough for any marriage to get settled. It is time you gave me some grandchildren.” Anna’s stomach knotted with tension as it did every time the subject of children was raised because contrary to what Yorgos clearly believed, neither she nor Loukas had ever done anything to prevent conception. She’d wanted children right away, craving a family different than the divided household she had grown up in. A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Anna’s father, a traditional Greek man married more closely to his wealth and power than his wife, had chosen to live his life in Greece, visiting Hollywood when time permitted. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? The comforting hand became a caressing hand and familiar shivers of sensation almost drowned out the feelings her father-in-law’s words provoked. Almost, but even the passion that ran red hot between them could not completely stamp out her sense of failure as a woman. She wanted to be a mother. “Perhaps I will have to leave my company to Tanek, heh? He and Cassia have two strapping boys already and if I am not mistaken, good news again?” A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Anna’s father, a traditional Greek man married more closely to his wealth and power than his wife, had chosen to live his life in Greece, visiting Hollywood when time permitted. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? The scent of honeysuckle teased her senses and the sea blue of the Mediterranean glistened in the distance. A view that usually gave her pleasure now taunted her with how soon she would be leaving it behind. She had no choice. She would not burden Loukas with an infertile wife. It wouldn’t be fair. He’d married her because he enjoyed her company and it was a prudent business move considering who her father was. It wasn’t his fault she had fallen in love with her Greek tycoon husband or that she had been unable to conceive in the two years of their marriage. His father’s comments at the celebration dinner for their second anniversary had prompted her to approach her doctor for fertility tests. The comforting hand became a caressing hand and familiar shivers of sensation almost drowned out the feelings her father-in-law’s words provoked. Almost, but even the passion that ran red hot between them could not completely stamp out her sense of failure as a woman. She wanted to be a mother. “Perhaps I will have to leave my company to Tanek, heh? He and Cassia have two strapping boys already and if I am not mistaken, good news again?” A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Anna’s father, a traditional Greek man married more closely to his wealth and power than his wife, had chosen to live his life in Greece, visiting Hollywood when time permitted. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? Soon, the doctor would call and confirm her total failure in the wife stakes. Because no Greek man wanted a woman who could not bear him children as his wife, especially not a man as powerful and proud as Loukas Stefanos. Her husband. But for how long? Loukas reached down to pull her up into his arms, wrapping her in the spicy, masculine scent that was uniquely him. “I missed you today.” The words shocked her, but no more than the volatile passion in his kiss. She’d never told him she loved him, mostly because she knew that his feelings for her were limited to desire and fondness. If it had been otherwise, he would have said something in two years. He never had. While he frequently called her yineka mou, his wife, he never used the term for beloved, even in the midst of their deepest passion. But she thought her deeper feelings for him must be obvious by now. He wanted her. Now. Swinging her slight body up in his arms, he did not break the kiss, but carried her into the house and up to their bedroom. Loukas devoured her lips with the intention of wiping that haunted look from her beautiful blue eyes. She’d been distant from him since the dinner party celebrating their second anniversary and he refused to accept it. She was his. Her body went stiff as if his ardor surprised her. It should not. He was more than a man; he was her king. A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Anna’s father, a traditional Greek man married more closely to his wealth and power than his wife, had chosen to live his life in Greece, visiting Hollywood when time permitted. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? The comforting hand became a caressing hand and familiar shivers of sensation almost drowned out the feelings her father-in-law’s words provoked. Almost, but even the passion that ran red hot between them could not completely stamp out her sense of failure as a woman. She wanted to be a mother. Soon, the doctor would call and confirm her total failure in the wife stakes. Because no Greek man wanted a woman who could not bear him children as his wife, especially not a man as powerful and proud as Loukas Stefanos. Her husband. He rolled off of her and finished removing both their clothes before picking her up and carrying her into the en suite. Sitting her on the side of their oversized jetted tub, he caressed her creamy, pink-tipped breast before he turned the water on. Silence that had not been broken by words since he had told her he had missed her today, continued to reign as the tub filled with steaming water. She leaned over the tub and dumped in some of the fragrant bath salts she kept in a crystal bowl at one corner. He closed his hands around her small waist, struck anew by how fragile she was compared to his over-six-foot frame. “You are beautiful, yineka mou, and all mine.” Her eyes filled with a sorrow he did not understand, but then she reached up and brushed light fingers down the side of his cheek. “And you are devastating.” He rose from the chair, dumping her off his lap to stand on her own, and stepping away from her in one angry movement. “You are infertile.” Soon, the doctor would call and confirm her total failure in the wife stakes. Because no Greek man wanted a woman who could not bear him children as his wife, especially not a man as powerful and proud as Loukas Stefanos. Her husband. He reached down to pull her up into his arms, wrapping her in the spicy, masculine scent that was uniquely him. “I missed you today.” The words shocked her, but no more than the volatile passion in his kiss. He wanted her. Now. Swinging her slight body up in his arms, he did not break the kiss, but carried her into the house and up to their bedroom. Loukas devoured her lips with the intention of wiping that haunted look from her beautiful blue eyes. She’d been distant from him since the dinner party celebrating their second anniversary and he refused to accept it. She was his. Her body went stiff as if his ardor surprised her. It should not. He was more than a man; he was her king. A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Anna’s father, a traditional Greek man married more closely to his wealth and power than his wife, had chosen to live his life in Greece, visiting Hollywood when time permitted. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? The comforting hand became a caressing hand and familiar shivers of sensation almost drowned out the feelings her father-in-law’s words provoked. Almost, but even the passion that ran red hot between them could not completely stamp out her sense of failure as a woman. She wanted to be a mother. He rolled off of her and finished removing both their clothes before picking her up and carrying her into the en suite. Sitting her on the side of their oversized jetted tub, he caressed her creamy, pink-tipped breast before he turned the water on. Silence that had not been broken by words since he had told her he had missed her today, continued to reign as the tub filled with steaming water. She leaned over the tub and dumped in some of the fragrant bath salts she kept in a crystal bowl at one corner. He closed his hands around her small waist, struck anew by how fragile she was compared to his over-six-foot frame. “You are beautiful, yineka mou, and all mine.” Her eyes filled with a sorrow he did not understand, but then she reached up and brushed light fingers down the side of his cheek. “And you are devastating.” He rose from the chair, dumping her off his lap to stand on her own, and stepping away from her in one angry movement. “You are infertile.” Soon, the doctor would call and confirm her total failure in the wife stakes. Because no Greek man wanted a woman who could not bear him children as his wife, especially not a man as powerful and proud as Loukas Stefanos. Her husband. He reached down to pull her up into his arms, wrapping her in the spicy, masculine scent that was uniquely him. “I missed you today.” The words shocked her, but no more than the volatile passion in his kiss. He wanted her. Now. Swinging her slight body up in his arms, he did not break the kiss, but carried her into the house and up to their bedroom. Loukas devoured her lips with the intention of wiping that haunted look from her beautiful blue eyes. She’d been distant from him since the dinner party celebrating their second anniversary and he refused to accept it. She was his. Her body went stiff as if his ardor surprised her. It should not. He was more than a man; he was her king. A television actress, her mother had insisted on maintaining her independent life in Hollywood. Anna’s father, a traditional Greek man married more closely to his wealth and power than his wife, had chosen to live his life in Greece, visiting Hollywood when time permitted. Loukas smiled at his father, but his hand settled reassuringly on her knee under the table. “I am in no hurry.” Yorgos turned his attention to Anna, his expression not quite so jovial. “What is the matter? Do you not wish to make my son a bampas?” She hated these questions. How was she supposed to answer? “Yes, of course I want to make Loukas a father.” “But there is plenty of time,” his husband smoothly inserted, preventing his father from asking the question she could see lurking in his gray eyes. Why then was she not pregnant? The comforting hand became a caressing hand and familiar shivers of sensation almost drowned out the feelings her father-in-law’s words provoked. Almost, but even the passion that ran red hot between them could not completely stamp out her sense of failure as a woman. She wanted to be a mother. The scent of honeysuckle teased her senses and the sea blue of the Mediterranean glistened in the distance. A view that usually gave her pleasure now taunted her with how soon she would be leaving it behind. She had no choice. She would not burden Loukas with an infertile wife. It wouldn’t be fair. He’d married her because he enjoyed her company and it was a prudent business move considering who her father was. It wasn’t his fault she had fallen in love with her Greek tycoon husband or that she had been unable to conceive in the two years of their marriage. His father’s comments at the celebration dinner for their second anniversary had prompted her to approach her doctor for fertility tests. Soon, the doctor would call and confirm her total failure in the wife stakes. Because no Greek man wanted a woman who could not bear him children as his wife, especially not a man as powerful and proud as Loukas Stefanos. Her husband.

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