The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 14

Mackenna rolled her eyes and gave a shake of her head as she walked down the hall and slammed into the bathroom. She turned the hot spray on and stripped her clothing off. The one thing they did have in this apartment was hot water and plenty of it and it scalded her skin turning her a bright pink as she scrubbed a gauzy puff over her body, sudsy with a grapefruit scented gel.

She quickly washed her hair and then eyed her legs with a grimace. They definitely needed to be shaved but she was trying to hurry. The thought of being near her husband who had modeled himself and surrounded himself with models made her groan. She quickly pulled her lotion and disposable razor. She admitted suddenly having a monthly session at the spa where she was waxed and massaged was also a luxury she had missed. Shaving her legs and armpits was a horrendous chore. Finally, she emerged from the steamy bathroom in a cloud of mist, snuggled in a thick robe Savannah had bought for her the Christmas before and her hair wound in a thin towel.

She crossed the hall and paused as she noticed Alessandro in her bedroom looking at the various items on her dresser. She decided to play it cool and moved to her hairdryer which had been tossed on her bed by Savannah, likely after she’d borrowed it. She sat on the edge of the bed and towelled her hair off and then turned the hairdryer to its highest, hottest setting and flipped her head upside down between her knees and began the process of drying the long thick mass of hair. She didn’t look up as she felt Alessandro sit beside her on the bed but when his fingers curled around hers on the base of the hairdryer, she turned her head and he simply smiled and took the blower from her hand and pushed her head back so he could work his fingers through her hair.

hlights were remnants of the boxed color Savannah put in her own hair.

then trailed through the silky tendrils of her hair her eyes closed and she sighed deeply. It was relaxing and stimulating at the same time and the hot heat of her hairdryer was welcoming. She didn’t protest when he pulled her into a sitting position and got her to sit on her knees on the carpeted floor between his thighs with her back to him and he brushed her hair out and finished drying it on a l

d he tilted her head backwards and stole a kiss from her placid expression. “You are exhausted.” His eyes were

eed to get my second wind.” She started to get up, but he put his fingers on her lips. She scowled. “You don’t want me to get dressed up?”

had planned to take her to an expensive dinner, woo her and remind her of all the good things they’d once shared but as he stared at her, all he wanted was for her to rest and relax. He shook his head. “No. I don’t want you to.” He got up and pulled her to a standing position. He wrapped his arms around her middle and hugged her tight, pressing a long soft kiss to her forehead before he stepped away from her. He moved to her dresser, and she wrinkled her nose as he yanked out a tattered pair of sweatpants she’d cut off at the knees and a tank top and threw them on the bed. “I think this is more your speed for tonight.”

ut to dinner?” She suddenly felt her heart aching in a way she knew it

it is obvious you haven’t slept in some time.” He moved back to her and pressed yet another tender kiss, this time to her

n the side of the bed in disbelief.

face. She lay there for a long time on the bed just holding his shirt and inhaling the tiny remaining scent of him. Then she sat up and saw Romeo eyeing her pitifully from the door of her room.

d something to eat since she wasn’t going out now and she felt tears threatening again. It was exhaustion she told herself because she hadn’t cried this much since she had first left Alessandro. She opened and closed the refrigerator four times before she decided there was nothing there, she wanted. She flung herself on a barstool and grimaced. Romeo howled at her for being annoying and she growled back.

was too tired to cook anything, not as if she could cook anything other than toast anyway. The sound of a key in the lock made her look up in surprise because it was just after six and Savannah was working until midnight. She walked cautiously to the door and then stared in surprise as Alessandro stepped into the space with his arms full. She instantly gravitated to the pizza boxes he carried, and he laughed at her.

coming back.” She was annoyed with herself for the pout in her voice.

nd I did promise you dinner.” He smiled at her as he held her key out. “I hope you don’t mind but I took these from the counter there. I didn’t want to leave the door unlocked and I wanted to make sure

n’t thought of it.

“And guess what’s in the other box.”

. “Sausage, tomatoes and portabella mushrooms.” She didn’t need to look in the box to know the toppings

rk on the Cabernet.”

of dusty wineglasses and rinsed them out in the sink. She yelped as, when lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Alessandro come in and he wrapped his arms around her waist and hummed the same song in her ear. He twirled her in his arms and danced her around the tiny kitchen, singing softly to her and she was entranced by the melody. She’d always loved when he sang to her and as he serenaded her, she felt her eyes watering again. He twirled her around and then pulled her into his arms. He held her close, one hand gripping hers to his chest and the other on his low back, pushing her hips to his as they waltzed around the room, slower now as his tune changed and his words became more impassioned as he sang to her of love and longing and she stared into his eyes.

r lips to his and he kissed her long and slowly and she sighed as he slipped his tongue along hers. She could taste the cigarette she knew he’d had while he’d been gone, and it tasted familiar and strong like home. He tasted like her home, where she wanted to be and where she wanted to stay. His kiss grew deeper and more

.

she agreed but she didn’t let him go. He just felt so good in he

o have dinner.”

r back to the living room. She sunk onto the sofa and lifted a box of pizza onto her lap. When she took a bite of a slice of her pizza, she gave a long happy sigh. “Thi

is the last time you had pizza, good pizza?”

lice of thin crust pizza to his lips. “It’s not a bad thing t

im. “Do you forget I can’t cook? Good thing you

f undercooked runny eggs if it meant I had you home watching me gag on it.” He dropped his pizza slice on a napkin on the top of the box and poured their wine. He leaned forward and passed her a glass. He smile

t the glass down. “How do you know I haven’t spent the last five y

ecause you live here and so I’m guessing drinking and partying on the weekends didn’t happen much.”

pizza. “Savannah dated this woman for awhile who made her own wine as a hobby. She still sends us bottles all the time and its nasty stuff, but it works wonders when you’ve had a horrid week and need to unwind. We work in a hospital, and it can be crazy, so we go out quite a bit to unwind.” She saw his jaw hanging open and she frowned. “I don’t do it all the time Alessandro but a few drinks, a night or two a month…”

you just say Savannah dated a woman?”

ut of sexuality?

laughter erupting from Mackenna had him pausing and his anger growing. “You think this is funny?”

did a full-on kiss on the mouth to make him leave. It almost worked until he asked if he could join. Then we just had the bouncer toss him.”

your lover?” he needed the confirmation.

ope.” She reached for a second slice of pizza. “She has parts I don’t want and is missing the parts I do.” At his raised eyebrows she laughed. “Breasts and a p***s.” She laugh

y.

ned getting naked.

living room in the direction of her bedroom and when he came back, he was carrying a blanket and the pillow off her bed.