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Chapter 11
To catch a Greek billionaire, you must learn how to forgive.
She said: Because a Greek billionaire does not always a smart man make.
He said: You are too harsh. Haven’t you heard of challenges making victories all the sweeter?
She said: Just consider all Greek billionaires’ wives diabetic then.
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“WHAT HAPPENED, MAIR?” Mandy asked quietly as they settled at their usual table in the faculty cafeteria for lunch.
She shook her head, keeping her smile cheerful. “I had my fling with the Greek billionaire, that’s all.”
That was definitely not all,Velvet thought. Mairi looked so fragile right now she was seriously scared her friend would shatter at the mere mention ofthat person’sname.
“Maybe you should take the day off and say you’re sick so you can get some rest,” Mandy suggested.
Velvet nodded. “You already look terrible anyway.” Mandy kicked her under the table and she quickly corrected herself, “I mean, you’ve been working hard lately so maybe the stress has finally caught up with you and...” She trailed off lamely. Bedside manners were not her forte.
Mairi tried to up her cheer factor by another notch. “Seriously guys, I’mokay.” And she was – or she would be. She had to be. She needed to move on because last night made it so painfully clear.
Damen Leventis was not the man she was supposed to live happily ever after with.
The rest of the day proceeded in a tediously slow manner, with every second ticking by a slow kind of torture. She did her best to keep busy, but there were only so many triple checks on students’ book reports she could do before the words started to swim before her eyes.
She tried to forget, too, but that one was even more difficult. It was as if she was fated to hear the words over and over. Damen Leventis had been betrothed foryears– and he had taken Mairi’s virginity even when he already belonged to someone else.
Not a single Greek billionaire in her favorite stories was that much of a bastard.
Her phone buzzed and she fumbled in her haste to get to it, her silly heart still stupidly yearning to hear from Damen. Maybe...maybe he had realized he was wrong, had gotten out of the betrothal, and now he wanted her back?
She opened the message.
Oh drat. It was just a reminder that her payment for this month’s usage was due.
Mairi wanted to throw her phone away after reading it.
Afternoon skies darkened into the evening, but she still didn’t hear from him.
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“THANK YOU FOR TAKINGme out again, but this time you are going to let me pay or I swear I won’t hang out with you anymore.” It had been almost two weeks since she had made Her Greatest Mistake and Mairi was only starting to move on. Mandy and Velvet helped a lot, as did her work and more recently, she even had Ioniko Vlahos helping to keep her occupied.
They were enjoying a meal in his yacht again – the only “safe” and “private” place Ioniko could vouch for as Mairi was adamant about not being seen in public fraternizing with a school patron. It was a beautiful yacht, sleek and white on the outside, luxurious and decorated in plush purple on the inside.
Today, they had decided to enjoy coffee on the deck, lounging in the sun chairs while enjoying the cool breeze fanning their skins.
Ioniko studied the woman next to him intently. She was even lovelier and a hell of a lot sexier than he remembered. She also still had the most amazing breasts, rounded and pert without being too heavy. Even though Mairi liked to dress in loose tops, they were simply too abundant for their size to be properly hidden.
Mairi coughed.
Ioniko grinned as he met her gaze, knowing why she had called his attention.