The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 23

His words cut her to the core, and she took a breath, “I’m not ashamed to be having our baby, Alessandro.” She chastised him quietly. “I love our baby. I’m ashamed my closest friends and family know I’m back in your bed and it will only be a matter of time before you’re back in hers. My grandfather’s first question was to ask if Dulce was no longer employed by Giordano Fashion. I had to lie and tell him everything was resolved because if he knows the truth, he will be ashamed of me and rightly so.”

He gave a long sigh. “You would want me to let go of a model who has made my company hundreds of millions of dollars in the last six years to ease your suspicious mind?”

“Knowing you could put a price tag on the value of our marriage sickens me.” She dug through her purse for the money to pay for her coffee and then rolled her eyes as Alessandro passed the waitress the money.

’ve always considered Dulce a drama queen, but I think you might be tryi

er her breath as she sipped her coffee.

o is waiting acros

and. “I told you. I’m going back to my apartment.”

ur tiny room. We’ll both spend the night in the tiny little cot you call a bed. It’s so small you’ll likely have to sleep on top but I’m okay with it. Either way, now you are carrying my child, we sleep in the same bed.” He laughed under his breath as she furiously crossed the street and climbed into the back of the waiting limo.

mbed in behind her and he grinned as he realized Nuncio was giving her hell for disappearing.

all your watchdog off.”

r misery. “It is nice to share the responsibility of

furiously in her direction. “If you pull a stunt like this again, I’ll insist on handcuffing you to my side when we’re out and don’t think I won’t do it. My last job was protecting a pair of twins of a movie star and hi

change in demeanour.

sandro in confusion.

Nuncio glowered at her and Alessandro merely flicked a gla

e’s still very much a child trapped in a woman’s body. I’m afraid everyone who’s ever loved her has indulged her just a bit too much.”

h a grin. “At least she threw the cookie and not the coffee.”

He held it up, his arm outstretched past her and laughed. “It’s too sweet. You’re giving our baby too

e being unnecessarily cruel.”

ong drink of it as she wriggled on his lap.

wrestling me in the back of a limousine. Do you even know what a seatbelt is?”

eyes dancing merrily as she pouted. “Kiss me, Mackenna.”

pulled her head back and her full bottom lip pulled downward in a frown. “Alessandro. I’m a

ink your coffee.” He held it up to his lips, but he waited for her. “Just one kiss, Mackenna

c it is?” She demanded of him eyeing her coffee longingly.

at her comment. “I know deep down you love me. I just have to help you find it again.” He saw her brow furrow and his smile grew wider still. “Come and kiss your husband, Mackenna.”

ad never been able to resist this mood and Carlos had been with Alessandro for years and knew his personality well. Nuncio probably thought he was working for a pair of kooks.

her hands from her sides, cupping her palms over his cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she lowered her lips to his and drew them slowly along the soft fullness of his. She kissed him slowly and tenderly knowing this was what he’d wanted from her. He wanted to kis

s lips.

an’t have that. You’ll know where I am all the time.”

same mistake again. I want us to be together.”

elt the tears in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to hide them.

He’d gone from playful to serious in one kiss and she was confused. She was tucked under his arm as he sheltered her from a pair of photographers who had obviously found out where he was staying and were trigger happy with the camera. When Nuncio moved to them, she reached out and shook her head at him. “They’re not worth it Nuncio. If you make a big deal of it, they’re going to think there’s a story where th

eal with the issue immediately. She looked up and saw Alessandro’s face was grim and she felt sick to her stomach. “Alessandro. I’m sorry.”

aid coldly as they stepped into the elevator.

lling onto her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want them to know about me.”

hanging around where they shouldn’t be. She felt uncomfortable as they men glowered and grumbled back and forth about the breach in security. When she started to walk to the veranda to escape their smoldering commentary, Nuncio swore and dragged her back.

arazzi could easily be set-up in a nearby building with their zoom lenses on this room. All you would need is f

hen someone would have to explain to the world just who the brunette with the bad hair is in Alessandro’s ro

h annoyance.

ung it over her shoulders. Her cell phone started to buzz, and she moved to it and pulled it from her purse as she sat on the edge of the bed. Sh

ce made her sit up straight. “What is going on?”

I’m

”

Put some clothes on now.”

, can you go get my friend? I don’t want Savannah being pestered by your stupid paparazzi. Go get her.”

as hell.