The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 39
After the bathroom girls talk, Mackenna had more drinks, multiple more dances with Alessandro and as the evening was winding down realized she was likely going to be on the other side of a wall while Savannah and Nuncio got it on.
She signalled for another drink, but Alessandro held his finger up to the bartender. “What?”
“You’re stumbling a bit,” he said gently. “Maybe you’ve had enough.”
no way I want to listen to it.”
y as it were flies.
m, he put his fingers to her lips. “Friends Mackenna. You can take the bed. I’ll take
that?”
sides, I have a funny feeling you’ll be out cold before we get back to the hotel anyway. I like you best when you participate.”
her hand to her head. “I need to go soon.”
h who was standing at the edge of the dance floor finishing another drink. “Hey, I’m leaving now.”
ou, okay?”
shake of her head. “He’s going to let me sleep at his place, so I don’t have to hear you have s*x with Nuncio.”
Mackenna’s words, and she giggled and covered her mouth. “Oops, I said it way too loudly.” Savannah’s face was bright red and Mackenna leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Go easy on him. He looks fragile. Don’t break your bed and stay
ur wife is drunk. Get her out of here before she gives poor Nuncio a stroke.”
d at her comment. “I’m not wrong,” she patted Carlos’ chest.
and Derrick who were grinding provocatively on the dancefloor and th
“I’m hungry. We should find a hot dog vendor.” She started off in the direction of where she knew one would be, but Alessandro pulled her back.
service send up some food for you and you eat something not made out of leftover animal parts.” Alessandro never understood the American fascination with ho
og.”
ll go get the dogs.” He ran off after she mumbled something about mustard as Carlos yelled at him to grab him one too.
hought of her hotdog and then followed Carlos t
e you wearing under the dress?”
’s smacked her. “That hurt.”
d be all over front page of tabloids everywhere.”
pen.”
she let her head fall back against the seat of the limo. A low snore left her mou
“Yes!”
los muttered.
so good.”
against the headrest and passed out.
sed the other two hotdogs to Carlos.
nee where her dress had risen. “I’ve been with you for ten years and this is a first for me. You in a club dancing for pleasure
and she snored.
one over on them. When they reached the hotel there was a discussion about carrying her or waking her, but she sat up suddenly stretched and said she was good to walk.
got to Alessandro’s room, Ma
ng to be accused of anything the next morning considering how volatile their relationship was.
ou’re too long to sleep on the sofa,” she looked him up and
ansatlantic flight, a night of drinking and partying and dancing with her taking its toll. “I will b
,”
,” he moved to her then and pushed her in the direction of the
rust you not to do anything. You can sleep on over there, and I’ll
hilt in you.”
comment.
t. Go to bed.”
have anything to sleep in
and pulled one of his shirts from it. “Here, wear this.” He tossed it on the bed and walked back to the sofa.
lessandro.”
.”
ssandro?”
.
enna.”
ight.”
.”
you came home early. I missed you this w
say anything to her
voice now.
illed her ears.
sn’t my faul
e. You didn’t tell him to chase us. I just want you to know, I know it’s not your fault
e hotel room. “Thank you for saying this, Mackenna.”
s he assumed she must have fallen asleep. He folded his hands flat on his chest and closed his eyes. He wasn’t comfortable so he went to roll over and then yelled when he opened his eyes, and she was standing over him her face inches from h
re sad.” He stroked her back gently but then her next words broke his heart.
one.”
op of her head as she cried her heart out.
fter long minutes of her crying in
ry,” he kissed her forehead. “Are you okay?”
her face with the back her hands. “I will be but right at this very moment, I don’t think I am.”
?”
for two. Up,” he encouraged her into a seated position and then as he swung his legs off and stood, he simply swept her up
cheek.
e ran her fingers in his hair and held him tightly.
d out and she settled again falling into a deep sleep, but he lay awake the
rapped around the toilet and he chuckled.
like such a good idea now, huh?”
as she contemplated murdering him for his good humour whilst she was hurting. “Get out,” she croaked, “I’m dying. I threw up in my hair
ing. You’re hungover.”
hat time i
lmost time for breakfast. Eggs?”
removed her ponytail and pushed her into the stream of water. He left her standing in the shower to make a call down to the front desk for specific items to be sent up. Then he went in search of something for her to wear. He grabbed another one of his dress shirts and headed back to the bathroom.
was obvious she hadn’t moved since he had stood her in there. He stepped into the shower with her and grabbed the hotel shampoo and began to wash her hair and then with as much self-control as he could muster, he washed her down from head to toe. Turning off the taps he grabbed a towel and dried her off hastily before wrapping her back up in a clean shirt, folding up the sleeves. He then swung her up and carried her back to the bed, nestling her among the pillows.
t the door, so he went to the retrieve the items he’d called down for.
ke-up remover. “You’re taking very good care of me.”
for right?”
he feeling he was taking care of her. Her heart was a conflicted mess, but she needed this moment.
“There’s my beautiful girl in her natural state.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and moved to turn away to let her rest more.
ast night,” she whispered suddenly. She had never been one to f
nd I want to be the one you turn to.” He held her gaze, “I admit I wish it didn’t take eleven vodka and cranberries and a hotdog to get you to tell me how you’re feeling but I’m glad you let it out.”
ht more than I knew.”
need?” he said suddenly.
y runny eggs, I’ll be sick.”
me rest.”
s unaffected by the early morning events as he was leading her to believe. She pushed over in the bed and patted it beside her.
he bed.