The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 55
Mackenna stood staring in the bathroom mirror wishing Samuel hadn’t done such a great job on her make-up because she really wanted to splash some water on her face. She was angry and irritated she’d let the woman get under her skin. She had done exactly what she had feared she would do and had ruined the evening and she didn’t even have the excuse of mixing wine with her pain tablets.
The door to the bathroom opened with a creek and she looked up aware it was a public bathroom so any number of patrons could come into the room. She was surprised to see Alessandro there.
“I’m sorry Alessandro, I blew it for you. I am so sorry,” she felt a tear sliding down her cheek.
ge and Whitney are tearing Tallulah a new one right now. I came here to hide with you.” He chuckled lowly, the sound making her look up in surprise.
hugged her tight. “Thank you for all the kind
ogether, if not, it will be the two of us. You look beautiful and I am enjoying having you with me.”
arrass you?” she whispered pitifully.
enna. Come now,” he led her out of the bathroom.
ncio standing there. “I’m surprised you d
m?” he wrinkled his nose.
chair.
outburst,” Mackenna said qu
spoke sharply. “My mother was absolutely out of line and,” she glared at her mother, “well?”
ess and you were both very forthcoming and I took my questions too far. I apologize.”
’d very much like to get something to eat. I put Mackenna through the wringer this afternoon with a new wardrobe and we are both quite hungry now
nd if you told us to get lost.”
please
e a confession,” Tallula
.”
ry to smooth my feathers when they were ruffled.”
the millionth time in their relationship. “Then you had the nerve to yell at me for it.”
and ran.” Alessandro looked to George. “I spent the next day trying to find her. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to slap her a*s for be
kled, “and you fou
me the day I met him she was special, and he would not tolerate me toying with his only grandchild so if I were going to be part of her life, I was either all in or I could get lost. I went all in.”
red she would do and had ruined the evening and she didn’t even have the excuse of mixing wine with her pain tablets.
e when he caught us in the back of my car.”
ification.
s my grandmother. My mother and I inherited our tempers from her.”
simple glance.” He paused suddenly, his eyes filling with unshed tears, “I really miss them.”
ten so used to him showing up unexpected she kept his favorite drinks and snacks on hand.”
hours in the hopes you would call, and I’d hear your voice,” he admitted.
ld trace the number I was calling from,” she rolled her eyes.
, “had I known Dulce breaking her leg would have brought me to you, I would have pushed her off the runway years ago.”
cheeks were pulled up told her he was smiling but his eyes were fixed on his menu. She slapped at his arm, and he looked up with a devilish grin.
joking but in fairness, Dulce has said she would have definitely taken one for team Alessandro.”
hought she hated you,” Whitney looked to Mackenna c
it. What she portrayed to me as my friend was a completely different side than what the rest of the world was getting. I feel I was played like a fiddle.” Alessandro made a face as if he were tasting something bitter and then smiled suddenly and looked to Tallulah, “I should pay you the rate I pay my counsellor. I’m spilling more tonight than I have in three months of sessions.”
just get on with it. I realized my upbringing and my circumstances were keeping me from connecting with my wife on a level I neede
he first time Mackenna had heard of this.
crazy person would pick Dulce over Mac,” he quoted and then looked at her. “I really do not like how they all call you Mac.”
e subject,” she pursed her
because you’re too special to let get away.”
er menu.
of the couple in front of them.
s cavorting with the enemy.”
“I have talked to him many times to get his perspective on how to approach things, not just with you but in general. He’s a good person
ntemplated it and shook her head. “It’s a go
their orders and Mackenna made a face, “I don’t even know what to order. I’m
ou love pasta, and it comes with a large side
wife to get carbs?”
out making themselves terribly ill?” He looked to Whitney his eyes profoundly serious, “I am not interested in having you walk my runway if you are hungry or ill or feeling you have to look a certain way to fit in. I want you because you throw your middle finger up to the world and do things the way you want. If you don’t like something, tell me, and fight me on it. I promise to listen. If you want to gain weight and be four sizes heavier, I don’t care. If you want to be smaller, then that’s okay too. It’s your body. All I ask is you take care of your body. Treat it well. I never want to hear the words diet or sample size in my presence. There is no room in my new line for such things. I want you to be you Whitney, just you.”
Whitney had leaned back in her chair and was watching him seriously.
ds the day before a show?”
he looked at her suddenly, his eyes wide. “Did you know many models don’t have monthly cycles because of the abuse they put their bodies through? My mother told me this recently and I was hor
“Or men,” he spoke suddenly, “I wouldn’t mind having men or trans men or women or even non-binary on the line. After talking to Samuel, he mentioned a friend of his who would be perfect for one of the dresses we vetoed off your collection toda
n his water and Mackenna patted his bac
ere with him, at his side as he reminded her of all the good things she had once loved so much about him.