The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 38

As the music kicked up, Mackenna caught sight of Savannah approaching the floor with Nuncio and she grinned. The boys were either in for a treat or a meltdown. Even on nights when they hadn’t been able to afford a night on the town, she and Savannah had danced in their tiny apartment, mastering the steps to the merengue, the salsa, the samba, the mambo, and the rumba. There were nights they had danced until the morning when they both had to work.

The music was cathartic and the energy in learning to move masterfully to the rhythm often pushed them into a frenzy, sometimes until they fell laughing to the floor like a pair of fools. But the salsa was Mackenna’s favorite, and she knew Maisy had run straight to the DJ as soon as Alessandro had headed in her direction to insist, he play music for her.

This was her scene and for the first time ever, it was Alessandro coming into her world and being a part of it and not the other way around. All the past hurts, the pain, the heartache, she forced away as he took her hand and as the tempo of the music increased overhead, she grinned widely at him before dropping his hand and spinning away from him, whisking her hips, and beckoning with his finger for him to chase. When he laughed and gripped her hand and pulled her back towards him, her hands at chest she let her feet move to the rhythm of the music, quickly and effortlessly, her steps in sync with the drumbeat.

laughed as he paused, knowing Alessandro had underestimated her ability to dance. This was not him dancing her around a kitchen while

ng her fingers trail over his shoulder as she twirled under his arm.

e’d already screwed up by bringing him home and they had laughed but it was advice Mackenna had taken to heart. It was how she channelled the dance. Now for the first time in her life, she had a partner she genuinely wanted to chase her, and she spun around him.

o his arms and rested her head on his chest.

again into a merengue and she allowed him to catch her hands to his chest in the typical pose of the dance and they danced seductively, their hips never touching but movin

ly and happily as she ordered another vodka and cranberry and kept swaying to the music.

Alessandro asked as they took their drinks to the end of the bar away from the noise.

had so much fun. It’s a good way to release some energy.”

eleasing it.”

d pulled her closer. He sat on a barstool and had her standing between his thighs.

en.”

ouched his chest, “I dance with the paid dancers.”

appeared confu

him, “some of the guys have a reputation but for the most part, they are here to do their job.”

if they want to do more than dance?” he asked curiously.

their income with a little more than just dancing but it’s never been for me to pay for such a thing.”

bler.

“Negroni,” he grinned and held it up for her to taste. He laughed outrigh

down her throat.

teased.

er, and she was intrigued.

nk twenty of them,” he rested his free hand on her hip continuing to sway to the music.

smiled at his question. “You’re an exceptionally good dancer. I knew you would be. You’ve danced me around the living room often enough.”

like this, I’d have done much more than waltz you through the salon,” he patted her hip.

put her hands over her mouth as if she had revealed a deep secret.

ke to watch.” He watched with narrowed eyes as she shook her head no. “No?”

r went back.”

ound her. “Your belly is perfect.”

ulc

nd she was mortified. Damn the vodka and her insecurities.

for making you feel anything other than perfect.” He til

s?”

reast, in full view of anyone who dared to w

.”

s on the dance floor we are in public. I almost popped the button on my trousers.”

e yanked her hand back. “What are you doing?”

stand back a bit as she collected herself. “Mackenna, I missed you this week. I just wanted to come home to you. I am trying to be your friend and be re

head back and laughed loudly.

Shall we go back to the dance floor and cause me more discomfort?”

rately brushing her breasts against his arm.

n palm.

nce floor, Mackenna noted Derrick and Padma were dancing a storm, neither of them knowing what they were doing but having fun all the same.

look at her, I want to dance with her too. She’s gor

r back to the bathroom and Padma followed close behind.

ou having fun?” Savannah asked her curiously. “You and Aless

n’t we.” She met her friend’s

ur faces would be right, there.”

just friends,” Savannah quipped with a grin, “right M

m to erupt into gales of laughter.

going out.”

havior but at least he’s owning it. He admitted it at dinner in front of all of us.”

ow is what is the real story with Derrick and you,” she looked at Mackenna. “Am I getting leftovers?”

n’t want to date anyone until I got divorced. We’ve flirted but nothing more. I think he’s a great guy and he’s been a great friend but as much as I hate to admit it, God if my shrink were here, she’d high-five me, I’m still in love with the jealous, possessive overbearing oaf in the club.”

this “So you’ll get back with him?”

I can’t see how.”

adma was confused. “It’s clear he loves you and you just said you love him.”

collided. She finally admitted she’d been the one telling me they were lovers. He wanted me back and then he didn’t,” she didn’t elaborate on Savannah’s make-out session with the model. “I went back to Milan, had the car accident, lost our baby and my grandparents. She still works for him. I came back home and here we are.”

“Yup.”

guy.”

arms. “I’m so sorry for all your losses. I promise to never tell anyone what you shared. If you ever need an extra shoulder to cry on, I’m

work walking cr

s smirk she stopped. “I really want to do the intense thing don’t I?”

ckenna laughed. “You like him Savannah and he’s a really good guy.”

e kind to stay in Phoenix, his home is in Milan,” she reminded her of the co

t heartache for me there. Maybe Alessandro will assign him to me here forever.”

up with her digits intertwined.