The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 22
Alessandro watched her across the table as she looked out across the restaurant uncomfortably. Not three syllables in succession had escaped her mouth since they’d left the hotel room. “If you are so uncomfortable with me, then perhaps we should go back to the room.”
She looked up and bit her lip. “It isn’t you Alessandro. Derrick Portman is here with his family. He keeps staring over here. I just feel guilty.”
“Why?” He grimaced at her. “I know he wanted to date you but what do you owe him?”
asked him to wait.” She saw Alessandro’s hand tighten around the stem of his wine glass. “I didn’t tell him I slept wit
oss the room. “You were really going to go through with this farce of a divorce and have another man’s baby?”
r someone to be with. I wanted to be the person he did it with.”
rned coldly.
o be in my bed rather than one who wanted to run from it?”
aring at Mackenna like a man obsessed.
t husband.
r cheek with her palm and shielded her face from Derrick’s stare. “He didn’t even kiss me once.”
d cranny of your body.”
o. Stop it.”
nded angrily.
.
already?” He sat back, his eyes narrowing on her.
to change the topic of conversation when it had to do with him winning.
he vip
d she’s good at what she does.”
”
and removed your manhood with a pair of salad tongs.”
esperate to find you.” He knew no shame.
e her and her family an apology.”
.” He shrugged.
ndro. You owe her a
omething.”
er unrepentantly from across the table.
dro would never give her an ounce of the respect Derrick would have. He could have made her a great husband and now she would never know.
ared at her from across the table.
and we’ll leave. This is supposed to be a celebration of our renewed relationship and you are deliberately trying to provoke me.”
ackled to you for all of eternity.”
ragging her the way a parent removes a poorly behaved child. She was aware of Carlos and Nuncio looking in surprise at them as they rushed to the door.
er. “You ignorant jerk. I hate you. I wish I’d never met you. You’re turned my whole life upside down without caring one ounce of how this affects me or my dreams or my heart. All you care about is what you want. The things I want, and need are thrown under the bus because they’re unimportant to you. If you want someone to do everything you want, call Dulce and I’m sure she’ll bend up like a pretzel just fine for you.”
he photograp
n she heard his hard footsteps on the concrete coming up behind her. She kept walking ignoring his calling of her name and when he gripped her elbow, she shoved it backwards hard and caught him by surprise in
lessandro. I might be having your baby and I
pulling such a humiliating stunt again.”
ou are causing a scene.” He put his hand out to her. “Come to me and we’ll go back to the
fit of fury and she was causing a scene? Throttling him seemed too e
face and then patted his chest automatically for his package of cigarettes and grimaced.
d my misery sooner,” she said nastily as she saw his movements and started to walk away from him a
making her calm down.
snapping his photo. It took all of ten seconds for Nuncio to be on him but in the moment of distraction, he realized Mackenna had disappeared.
an behind the counter. “Can I have a decaf vanilla latte please?” She than added a chocolate dipped biscotti to her order and fumed at Alessandro.
. His clothes never seemed to smell of it and he was never someone who left ashtrays or cigarette butts around and so his habit had never bothered her. Yet to know he would put their child ahead of his own vice reminded her of all the good things he was, and she got irritated with him for being able to switch her emotions so easily.
coffee told her he’d found her, and he wasn’t happy sh
hind the counter preparing a coffee.
g it amusing in the least. She was always running from him when he only wanted her to run to him.
It’s where I was last month in Milan too.
ot find you there,” he said quietly.
t the only places open when you make me angry are coffee shops or pubs?”
you having a life outside of me.” He kissed her temple again. “Can you forgive me?”
to drag me out of there was humiliating.”
he deserved. “How do I make it up to you? What can I do to make you feel you don’t have to hang your head in shame because you’re having our baby?”