The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 11

The hard plastic soles of her shoes clicked angrily on the tile flooring of the corridor leading to her office and she tried to tell herself although today was already Tuesday and she hadn’t seen or heard from Alessandro since last Thursday, she wasn’t upset at all. It was not the reason when Derrick had met her with a cup of coffee at the doors of the hospital this morning, she’d had to force herself to smile at the man when a week before she would have been thrilled with his attentions.

It didn’t make sense to her. She’d spent the last five days knowing he was in and out of the hospital visiting Dulce and the last five nights dreaming of him. She had thought the weekend away from the hospital would have helped her but just seeing him again on Thursday had made her miss him as much as she’d had when she’d left him initially. With Savannah working all night both Saturday and Sunday, she’d sobbed into her pillow until the early hours of the morning uninterrupted. How could it feel, after all this time, she was a child seeking his approval, needing his love, wanting him to choose her? He was spending time with Dulce and hadn’t even come to see her once.

She slammed her purse onto her desk angrily. She flung herself into her chair and turned the power of her computer tower on. She grabbed a stack of forms and began sorting through them. When she came across Dulce’s file, she had the urge to throw them across the room and scatter them like confetti in a windstorm but instead she opened the folder and began sorting through the different documents detailing the procedures and daily billed items. She grimaced at one particular item. The woman had refused to have the water the hospital provided and so had demanded some obscure water company from Europe send her water and bill the hospital directly. She entered her password onto the screen and then pushed her palms into her eyes and gave an annoyed shriek. She hated the woman.

ice.

ed at just a glance of him leaning in her doorway. “Your protégé is a pain in the backside. I’ve had to set up twelve new companies in our system to deal with her insane demands.”

gged and moved into the office uninvited.

imaced at her screen and then leaned into her chair.

ping.” Alessandro commented

for her, he was made of stronger stuff than most, “What are you doing here?”

ad asked her to tell him what she had said to Mackenna. She had denied saying anything. It was only Sunday morning when he’d finally gotten her alone without her mother and sister hovering around and the nurse’s completing paperwork and he’d made it clear he was done messing around she confessed she’d told Mackenna they’d slept together but she’d told him she’d said it jokingly and Mackenna had laughed with her. Then yesterday she’d spilled the truth. She’d not only told Mackenna they’d slept together but she had elaborated on the stories with such flair it was near impossible to believe Mackenna hadn’t l

arcastically.

elity. “Mackenna, I’d like for us to have dinner.”

ther patient and she noticed Alessandro simply waited patiently for her to finish her call.

vely name.”

I love my name. However, nobody here knows who is on the telephone if I introduce myself as Mackenna.

for you and you could stay home and take care of our children.”

return to living as your dirty hidden secret when you flaunt your bimbo all over the world.”

He asked incredulously. “Is this what yo

care.” She paused, “unless you finally are thinking I’m right and the best thing for me is for you to sign my divorce papers and give me my freedom.” She saw his look of disgust and shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for dreaming.”

id smartly and saw her lips tugging as

ly shoes you have on ever again.”

ortable and easy on her feet.

ur curves, not hiding them behind a bulky jacket and a straight skirt.”

as right but hating him for pointing it out. “I had bought new clothes but they’re in my room at Nonno’s. Someone chased me out of the country and all my prizes were left behind.”

acks.”

de a face at him. “Not all of us have designers at our beck and call.”

you.”

you out. I have a meeting with a family in a few minutes to set up billing.”

“You don’t eat dinner,” she flicked her eyes in his dire

east with me?”

atly.”

ngs.” Her eyes met his for a half-second and he knew he was right. He leaned onto her desk. “Coward.”

h you is one of them.”

g into his pocket and pulled her hand forward and slid a stick of gum in her palm. “Now what was that filthy mind of yours thinking?”

s he flirted outrageously, and his wide smile and chuckle made her laugh harder. “A

of her hair. “I love when you call me by all of my names.”

u’re incorrigible

an help you relax.”

head and kissed her hand. “Alessandro. Quit it.”

whispered in he

htly as his breath blew over her neck. She tried to push him away, but he was laughing, and his laughter coated her skin and then he nuzzled her neck and she shrieked and leaned away. “Alessandro. Get out of here.”

ve sharp.”

her brow. “Working in a hospital, I never know what I’m coming into contact wi

.”

d back and looked into his eyes. “It is just dinner, right?”

ill talk just as you asked.” He stroked her cheek gently his eyes serious and intent on

eated the only word which seemed to make sense in her head, intoxicated by

hey fought or argued. He had done everything he could in the few minutes he’d been with her to ensure they didn’t argue. The more she considered it, the deeper the line between her brows grew. It was clear he was playing a different game and she had fallen right into his plans.