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Claiming His Nine-Month Consequence
JENNIE LUCAS
She succumbed to his sinful seduction…Now she’s carrying the Greek’s baby!It’s the last thing he wanted, but Greek billionaire Ares Kourakis is going to be a father. He’ll do his duty and keep pregnant Ruby by his side—he’ll even marry her. But when all he can offer is intense passion and a vast fortune will that be enough to get idealistic Ruby down the aisle?
She succumbed to his sinful seduction...
Now she’s carrying the Greek’s baby!
It’s the last thing he wanted, but Greek billionaire Ares Kourakis is going to be a father. He’ll do his duty and keep pregnant Ruby by his side—he’ll even marry her. But when all he can offer is intense passion and a vast fortune, will that be enough to get idealistic Ruby down the aisle?
USA TODAY bestselling author JENNIE LUCAS’s parents owned a bookstore, and she grew up surrounded by books, dreaming about faraway lands. A fourth-generation Westerner, she went east at sixteen to boarding school, on scholarship, wandered the world, got married, then finally worked her way through college before happily returning to her hometown. A 2010 RITA® Award finalist and 2005 Golden Heart® Award winner, she lives in Idaho with her husband and children.
Also by Jennie Lucas
The Consequences of That Night
The Sheikh’s Last Seduction
Uncovering Her Nine-Month Secret
Nine Months to Redeem Him
A Ring for Vincenzo’s Heir
Baby of His Revenge
The Consequence of His Vengeance
Carrying the Spaniard’s Child
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Claiming His Nine-Month Consequence
Jennie Lucas
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CLAIMING HIS NINE-MONTH CONSEQUENCE
© 2018 Jennie Lucas
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Cover (#u8fadfa98-e568-5fa8-8a56-90d0bdb0f2a5)
Back Cover Text (#ubd840e4e-9dde-51fd-a8fd-332538fa530d)
About the Author (#u61ce67d3-dc5b-51d6-af25-cf6aa68c83a9)
Booklist (#u85c761fd-0066-5216-bf8b-c56acd9cdb66)
Title Page (#uec03ea18-ade3-5712-a2d4-7688a8ccf02a)
Copyright (#ud9cfa80c-5cf6-5484-9f1d-67c6ec8f5e49)
Dedication (#u369ed8c2-625c-5af0-83e4-a3697c60ed98)
CHAPTER ONE (#u2dd729f9-367f-5aac-89a6-f597bd9d870e)
CHAPTER TWO (#u249b7c1b-1f33-50e9-a9ce-d580178116c7)
CHAPTER THREE (#ub19c8892-8233-522b-9459-a1987a4e7ac5)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#ue7500a0d-918b-50ca-8dcf-3902c4ab390b)
ARES KOURAKIS!
As rhythmic music and lights pulsed across the dark, hot dance club, the whispers of his name grew louder, building to a roar. The famously handsome Greek billionaire had come to Star Valley at last.
Ruby Prescott rolled her eyes at all the excited chatter and awed stares being directed toward the shadowy VIP section. A handsome billionaire? Yeah, right. In her experience, billionaires were always ugly—if not on the outside, then definitely on the inside. No man became that rich without seriously warping his soul.
But she had more important things to worry about. Bartending was Ruby’s third job today, after a morning teaching skiing to four-year-olds and an afternoon working at a clothing boutique. She couldn’t stop yawning, and she still had a whole night of work ahead. Stretching to wake herself up, she moved across the bar, pouring drinks as quickly and carefully as she could.
“Ares Kourakis,” one of the waitresses, Lexie, breathed across the bar. “Can you believe he finally came?”
“It would be stupid if he didn’t, after buying a house here.” Ruby had been on that house’s cleaning crew, too, six months earlier, right before the man had bought it for the reported sum of thirty million dollars. Nice place, if you liked your ski lodges fancy and as big as a football stadium. Pouring another beer and setting it on the bar, Ruby said sourly, “And what kind of name is Ares, anyway?”
“He’s so handsome and rich, he can have any name he wants. I’d be Mrs. Ares Kourakis in a second!” Staring toward the dark corner of the bar, Lexie fluffed up her hair. “I’m so lucky he’s sitting in my section!”
“Very lucky,” Ruby replied sardonically, “since I heard he just broke up with his girlfriend.”
“Really?” Lexie’s face was ecstatic. Unbuttoning another button on her white shirt, she picked up her tray and hurried toward the VIP corner.
Ruby continued to pour drinks behind the bar. The Atlas Club was busy tonight, the last night of the March film festival that made the town even more crowded than usual.
Billionaires weren’t unusual in Star Valley, a ski-resort paradise in the Idaho mountains and a playground for the rich and famous. The busiest time was Christmas, when wealthy people brought their families to ski, and July, when the famous McFallon and Company CEO conference caused a fleet of private jets to descend on the valley like bloated metal vultures blocking out the sun.
But Ruby knew, just as there was no such thing as free drinks, there was no such thing as Prince Charming. The richer and more ambitious a man, the darker his soul.
Another waitress hurried up breathlessly to the bar. “I need three mojitos, one no sugar, one pomegranate, one extra lime and she said if the mint isn’t muddled right, she’s sending it back.”
Ruby sighed. At least wealthy men, unlike their girlfriends and wives, generally stuck to ordering uncomplicated drinks, like scotch on the rocks. Turning away, she swiftly made the cocktails. As she placed them on the tray, Ruby saw a young blonde in a tiny red dress trying to inconspicuously scoot past the bar.
“Ivy?” Ruby said incredulously.
Her nineteen-year-old sister flinched, then turned. “Um. Hi, Ruby.”
“You can’t be in here! You’re underage! How did you get past the door?”
Her cheeks flushed red. “I, um, told Alonzo that there was an emergency with Mom, and I had to talk to you.”
Panic went through Ruby. “Is Mom—”
“She’s fine, I swear. She was sleeping when I left.” Ivy squared her shoulders. “But I heard Ares Kourakis is here.”
Oh, no. Not her little sister, too. “You can’t be serious!”
“I know you think I’m just a kid. But I have a plan.” Ivy lifted her chin. “I’m going to seduce him. All I have to do is poke a few holes in the condom, get pregnant and he’ll marry me. Then our troubles will be over.”
Ruby stared at her sister in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No.”
“It will work.”
“You’d risk getting pregnant by a man you don’t even know?” she gasped.
Ivy narrowed her eyes. “I have a chance for everything I ever wanted, and I’m going to take it. Unlike you. You keep talking about your big dreams, but you don’t do anything! You’re just a coward!”
Staring at her little sister, Ruby caught her breath, feeling like she’d just been punched. You’re just a coward...
“I’m going to live the life of my dreams,” Ivy continued. “No more worries about bills. I’ll have jewels and live in a castle.” She looked at her elder sister contemptuously. “Maybe you’ve given up on your dreams, Ruby. I haven’t.”
Five years younger than Ruby, Ivy had always been the spoiled baby of the family. But looking at her now, in a tight red dress and stiletto heels, Ruby realized with a chill that her sister had grown up to be freakishly beautiful. She might actually have a chance to succeed at her awful plan.
“Don’t do this,” she breathed. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Try to stop me.” And Ivy disappeared into the crowd.
For a moment, Ruby couldn’t move. Exhaustion, shock and fear, never far away since their mother’s diagnosis, clouded her vision like too many punches to the head.
Ivy’s plan to trick Ares Kourakis into marriage was just a joke, surely. Her little sister had always been allergic to hard work, but even Ivy wouldn’t sell her body—her soul—to a man she didn’t love just because he was rich!
Would she?
“Wait,” Ruby cried, and started to follow her, only to crash into the other bartender, causing an empty bottle of vodka to fly off the shelf and smash to the floor behind the bar. As the other bartender cursed loudly, she heard laughter and mocking applause from patrons at the bar.
“What’s wrong with you?” Monty, the other bartender, hissed.
Heart pounding, Ruby wordlessly grabbed a broom and quickly cleaned up the glass. She turned to Monty. “Cover me.”
“What? Girl, are you crazy? I can’t take over all the—”
“Thanks.” With an intake of breath, she headed for the darkest corner of the bar. A chill went down Ruby’s spine at the memory of her baby sister’s voice.
All I have to do it poke a few holes in the condom, get pregnant and he’ll marry me.
Squaring her shoulders, Ruby strode toward the VIP section. Up on the platform a few feet above the rest of the club, past the man’s glowering bodyguard, she saw her sister in the bright red dress, already ensconced cozily at a table with a brutally handsome dark-haired man. Ares Kourakis.
As if the Greek billionaire felt Ruby’s gaze, he turned.
Dark sardonic eyes glittered in the darkness, cutting through her. She felt a flash of heat. Catching her breath, she shivered with a strange fear. Even the man’s name was dangerously sexy, starting with the Greek god of war and ending with a kiss.
She shook herself. What was wrong with her? She mocked her body’s reaction. The rumors about him were true. The man was handsome. So what? It just meant he’d be even more selfish. Even more heartless.
She wasn’t going to let him ruin Ivy’s life, and possibly a baby’s.
Tightening her jaw, Ruby went grimly forward.
* * *
Ares Kourakis, thirty-six-year-old billionaire, sole heir of the Kourakis shipping fortune and the most famous playboy on six continents, was bored.
He surveyed the dance club. Even here, in the remote mountains of the American West, he was bored by the same old expensive scotch, the same old pounding electronic music, all boringly unvaried from Stockholm to Singapore.
All the women in dance clubs were exactly the same, too. Oh, their looks varied, of course, as he traveled around the world. But the type of girls in clubs was always the same: model thin, model beautiful, perfectly made up with long hair, short skirts and high heels.
