The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 5

“Pathetic excuse for a…” his voice trailed off as her words set in and when she tried to roll off the bed, he yanked her back hard and threw his leg up over her hip and held her captive. “Where do you think you’re going? You are going to explain your statement right now.”

“You want the reasons why I think you’re a terrible husband?” She demanded, her eyes burning with rage as she glared at him. “Do you want the list in alphabetical or numerical, in English or Italian?”

“All of this because you are jealous of my friendship with Dulce.” He grimaced at her. “It is time you grew up Mackenna and realized not all relationships between a man and woman have to be about s*x.”

of taking me to dinner. You were just looking to get laid.”

you been living you’ve learned such a vocabulary?

slave, considering it was all you thought of me anyway. The only difference between you and my clients is they pay me cash and you bought me baubles.”

f it furled in smoky wisps from his scalp as he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

asp on the front. “Please Alessandro. I didn’t mean it.”

I do. Who used who Mackenna?”

e other breast, he left behind a purplish love-bite from his efforts.

ailed the kisses down her flat tummy, dipping his tongue into her navel as his fingers worked with dexterity on the button and zipper of her jeans and then they were tossed carelessly away. Any protests

ve crux of her womanhood and when a second finger joined the first one he’d slipped inside of her she was sobbing his name into the pillow she yanked over her face as wave after wave of pleasure slammed her with considerable force into the mattress beneath her as the first o****m, she’d had in almost five years tore through her body.

om her face and tossed away as he smashed his lips against hers and replaced his fingers with his thick shaft. There was nothing gentle in

w then he was still angry.

er face turned to one side as the sound of his heavy panting filled her ear from where his cheek rested just above hers. They lay not looking at each other for several minutes until their breath was caught.

his pants and slipped into them, and it dawned on her she didn’t even recall him taking them off. Humiliation at her wanton behaviour filled her and tears streamed down her cheeks.

u, and whisper some pillow-talk for you? Consider yourself lucky I’m even buying your dinner considering what just happened was quite possibly the worst s****l experience I’ve ever had.” He slammed into the bathroom and the entire room shook with the force of his rage.

in the bed and grabbed her jeans off the floor. Her blouse was useless and so she grabbed his dress shirt and pulled it on. Knowing full well a security agent would be outside the door she grabbed her purse and hooked it over her shoulder but under the shirt. She grabbed an ice bucket off a counter and headed to the door. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and paused. Her lips were full and bruised and her eyes were big and wild. Her hair was mussed and tousled and anyone looking at her would know she had just had s*x and her eyes filled with tears and

what they’d done, and she wanted nothing more than to run a bar of soap over her entire body. If only she could be cleansed from this feeling, but she hadn’t the time. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open. If she ever wanted to get away from him, it was right now, in this moment, while he was angry an

n of the two agents at the door before jerking her thumb in the direction of the closed bathroom door. “He wants me to get some ice.”

d play it up for the stunned guard.

ms over his chest in annoyance.

ggle. “That’s what he said.”

leaned back to see the men weren’t really looking at her, but she was definitely in their line of vision. The glass door just opposite the ice machine beckoned and yet she hesitated. She slowly allowed some ice to collect in the bottom of the container and

r the way he had originally wanted to, the way she wanted him to. She was an i***t and a fool, and she stood there with her head against the wall, sobbing at the realization she still loved him as much today as she did the day, she married him. He was going to be the death of her.

s voice was hoarse and dry.

m with a shrug. “She said you told her to get ice.”

m because she wasn’t sure if he would kill her or if she would simply die from heartbreak.

just kept running. For twenty full minutes she’d run before ducking into a coffee shop and hid in a bathroom. As she stood staring into the mirror, her eyes wide, red-rimmed and swollen, she came to the realisation she’d come full circle. She was ending exactly where she had started the first time, she’d met Alessandro Giordano; hiding in a coffee shop bathroom. She wasn’t hiding far enough.

t take her as long this time to leave the bathroom as it had the first ti

ian was as strong as the day she left.

an did not seem keen. “A bus would take you there at half my fare.”

terrified she felt standing in the open street.

ar.

she’d wind up. Curse him and his intuition. She opened her purse and pushed all the money in her purse at him. “There’s almost a thousand Euros there. You can have it all if we

e was leaving him behind her put her face in her hands and let the tears fall unchecked.