The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 21
“Where were you?” Alessandro didn’t even look up.
She stuck her tongue out at his bent head. “Book store. Did you know my baby is the size of a lima bean?” She saw his eyes snap in her direction. “Oh, I’ve met my new muscle. Send him away. I can protect my own lima bean thank you.”
He stood up from the table and extended his hand for her bag. “You bought books?”
ste of being second-rate, you’re so full of yourself you’d never notice anyway.”
leaving soon to go to Dulce?”
out to dinner.”
ght she’s confined to bed.” She looked at him sideways.
rlos and Nuncio exchange a long look and he considered maybe having someone to witness him m
’t have anything to wear.” She
d get ready.”
with you as my husband but it sure as hell doesn’t make you, my master.”
to go.”
e taking Carlos and Nuncio to dinner. How sweet of you to make up for their wasted trip.” She saw Nuncio covering his mout
you not make a spectacle in front of the staff.”
id of Dulce, and I’ll play nice in front of the staff?”
, for the last time,”
in check, fine. Whatever. I just want my baby.” She rubbed her tummy and hummed as she walked to the bathroom, ignoring his furious hiss of breath and the way his footste
bed. It was one he’d designed when he’d been in her apartment while she’d napped. “You had it made?” She asked quietly as she d
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lt her hackles rising furiously. “If I don’t want to go out to dinner, I’m not going.” She folded her arms defiantly. “Who the hell gives you the right to bring someone to do my hair? I like
l be here soon.”
s do it.”
girl.”
he is but I know where her allegiance lies, and I don’t want her anywhere near me.” She shoved p
r child, and you hide from me.”
nning water as she turned the taps of the tub on, and he groaned and leaned his head against the door. “Mackenna.”
r to fill.
pleaded. “I want to see you.”
e. So what?”
will cancel our reservation and we will celebrate here in the suite all alone, just us.” He almost chuckled at the way she stiffened.
ind.
e tub and soak for a bit. Our
my own hair.” Sh
ower?”
ng his things in the bedroom as she quickly undressed and slid into the bubbles and the turbulent jets.
oom and shut the jets down. “Out of
tared at him. “Why?”
s for the first trimester. It was opened to this page on the bed.”
“Wait. Are you telling me I can’t bathe?”
l after the first three months.”
s but I want the bubbles.”
down and kissed the top of her head.
ce I was in Milan in my grandparents’ apartment. I stayed there
When is the last time you went dancing?”
cheeks. She used to love watching him shave. She turned so she was lying on her belly in the tub and looked up at him. “I don’t know, maybe a month ago? Savannah took
ght?” He asked her, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
at her surprise.
ed.
ah dated this Cuban guy and he taught us a bunch of Latin dances and then we took classes. I can samba and merengue and salsa and a few others too.”
?”
tter dancer. She was the better lover, or so she said.” She sunk backwards in the water as he moved closer to her, his fingers full of creamy lather as he reached for her. “Hey,” she protested as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward him, half out of the water and against his che
do not dance with anyone but me, understood?”
do you forget I’ve seen you with Dulce grinding on you in a nightclub?”
I will take you, but you dance with no one else.”
ter. “What if I said the rule should apply both ways?”
“Fine.” He said sharply.
back in the water and watched him finish shaving, it dawned on her he had agreed to something she’d never thought he would, and her heart raced with the knowledge of it.