Page 29 of The Price of Fame

Not caring about anyone around them, she grabbed his hand, pulling him down to her. “I’m going to leave. You can stay here.”

Markus pulled away from her and glanced about the room before nodding to someone behind her and muttering to the people around him. “Thank you all for the congratulations, but it’s past my bedtime.”

She gave a frustrated groan as several heads turned to give her a death stare. They all spoke in rapid Greek, too fast for her to catch anything, but Markus’ grip tightened, and he stopped smiling the carefree smile he’d been wearing only moments before.

Yanking her hand from his, she forced a smile. “Stay. I’m fine to head home by myself. I remember everything you showed me with the security system.” She turned and walked away, not giving him a chance to answer. Moving through the crowd the best she could, trying not to bump into anyone, she was shocked minutes later when arms grabbed her waist, turning her and picking her up against a familiar, hard, muscular chest. Markus’ mouth came down on hers.

Startled, and too angry that he had the hide to kiss her with the mouth that he’d kissed several other women with tonight, it took her a while to respond. Finally, her body betrayed her, and her arms slid up around his neck.

He pulled away with the biggest grin on his face. “Omorphoula, you called our house home.”

Markus brushed his lips against hers before she let her arms fall from his body. “They’re all watching. As I said, I can get home without you coming with me. I think you should stay and celebrate. We can have our own celebration tomorrow.” She really wanted to say never again and wipe her mouth, but she knew they were being watched.

An involuntary shiver spread through her when, this time, his eyes never left hers, shining with a wicked light.

“The party I would rather attend is at our place. It’s a two-person-only show.”

Ignoring the people surrounding them, he put her down, and they walked out hand in hand.

Sitting in the limo again, she stewed about everything that had happened. Kylie wasn’t upset that he’d gone to the party. She’d told him to go. She was pissed that he had let every woman jump all over him and kiss him and left her alone at the party, not even checking on her. Markus hadn’t even waited for her or looked to see if she’d gotten out of the limo. Kylie expected better from him, especially when he knew she didn’t speak Greek very well and wasn’t comfortable with big crowds and attention. She didn’t even want to think about all the women he’d let kiss and fawn all over him.

Studying Markus as he talked on the phone to his family, she thought about the two completely different people he was and wasn’t sure she liked the superstar Markus.

When he finished on the phone, he reached for her, but she evaded him. “I’m not going to parties like that with you again. You’re welcome to go on your own.”

Kylie felt sick as she looked at him. How could he let those women kiss him? How could he say he loved her and leave her at a party where she knew no one to sit in the corner all alone? Moving to the farthest corner of the limo, she stared out the window, not caring at the moment about his reply.

“What’s the matter? Why are you over there?”

He moved closer to her, and she swatted him away. “You need to leave me alone. If you can’t figure out why I’m fuming mad, then I don’t know if this relationship can last.”

He made a grab for her, and she evaded him. Kylie knew if he touched her, her resolve would crumble. Moving to the other seat, she gritted her teeth, and when she looked at his bewildered face, she added, “You are two completely different people, and at the moment, I don’t like the superstar you at all.”

They sat in silence the rest of the way back to Markus’ house. He had tried to talk and reach her for a good ten minutes, but she’d reached the end of her tether.

When they arrived home, she got some PJs, walked out of the room they’d been sharing, showered, and went into one of the other bedrooms alone.

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