The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 6

Mackenna tried to focus on the work in front of her, but she was irritated. Her lawyer had called her this morning. Her soon-to-be ex-husband was being a pain in the backside.

Regardless of the fact she had not asked for one penny of alimony and not one dime towards her legal costs, Alessandro was contesting the divorce. Her lawyer had not only refused to divulge her current address, citing client-attorney confidence and she requested a petition from the court to keep it out of Alessandro’s hands. She had advised her client was in the United States, she was employed and had provided her tax assessment information as the evidence.

Since the night she’d run out of the hotel, he’d been a man possessed. After reading the signed testimonies of her grandparents, their neighbors, Mackenna’s lawyer and her family and her law clerks, concerning his actions and his constant pestering for her location, the judge had signed the petition to keep her personal information confidential.

f he continued in the manner he was, she would have him thrown in jail with charges, among other things of stalking.

g after instructing her attorney to call her client back home because they would be in court for a long time. He was not going down without a fight.

d into the office. “I need food.

long hours. She leaned against the door as if completely exhausted.

watch. “I can’t believe you’re still here.”

hed off the door as Mackenna moved to lock it behind them. “How come you look so upset?”

o see if I’d been in contact with her. She flipped out at him because she has an infant she’d just settled down to sleep and told him even if it was a matter of life and death, she wouldn’t tell him where I was because obviously, he’s a nut calling

ahead?” Savannah grimaced. “I think if someone called my house at four in the morning for something so asinine, I’d strangl

hind the food bar. “Just the vegetable soup please.” She turned to Savannah. “What I really want is a loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese and bottle of wine, to drown my bloody misery but I’ll stick to my diet, and I’ll eat the soup.”

ah laughed at her, “tell you what, you have the soup now and tonig

blasted day.” She groaned and rubbed her tummy a

him.” Savannah teased; her green eyes enhanced by her green scrubs. She groaned as she twisted her long blonde hair up over her head in a knot so it wouldn’t fall into h

le night with Alessandro. She had to focus on starting a new life. It was imperative to her mental wellbeing.

inned slyly. “I may have accidentally on purpose told him this morning you flew to Italy to start your divorce proceedings. He said he’s going to ask you out.”

thing.”

et up onto an empty chair and took a long drink of her scalding hot coffee before setting it on the table and reaching for her soup.

he dish. “Yeah, classy. It’s the company I keep.”

want me just because I have an M.D after my name.”

doesn’t hurt either.”

e licked her lips as the man got closer. “He is a sweet piece of cherry pie, isn’t he?”

there is a God, he’ll call me home now.”

as laughing now, “but I do believe people can die of embarrassment if it helps.”

Derrick smiled down at them, his blue eyes lingerin

to Mackenna, and I don’t think she likes orthopedic surgeons much.”

ow a brilliant shade of red. “You don’t like all orth

end who was eating her Jell-O as if it were the last thing she’d ever be allowed to consume again. “Breathe when you eat, would you? You’re the doctor. I cannot do the Heimlich on you!”

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of his sandwich. “Nice one, doc.” Savannah nodded her appreciation of his humor.

e in her direction as he met her hand

tle. Not good at all.”

he studied her.

had been picked up by every staff member of the hospital. Nobody called her by her full name anymore.         “I am Italian, well half Italian.” She pulled a face as she pushed her spoon around the empty bowl. “It’s a

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st making conversation. “Yes, I love pasta but so do my hips and the pasta loves them back.” The pasta loved her so much she was currently starving to get it to leave.

about on Thursday night, you have dinner with me, and I’ll cook you an authentic pasta dish.”

don’t know.” She’d played right into their hands.

to come with me.” His blue eyes were daring.

h a heart of gold and you’re sexy to boot. He knows he’s been a fool for letting you go.”

olves around him and I must be out of my mind to have walked out on him. He actually told my lawyer to offer me cash to come home and provide an heir.” She shivered with disgust. Eve

re or something?” Derrick asked eyeing her sideways.

apparently he doesn’t believe in divorce.”

now as she eyed the sandwich Derrick was eating.

rn into the money.

e tabloids. If you ask her, they’ve been sleeping together since the night they met. If you ask any of the people who work with them, he’s a saint but she’s the devil and she’s simply impossible to resist so who can blame him?” She took one of the two apples off Derrick’s tray.

lieve the old adage it’s going to keep me away.” He grinned at her laugh. “So let me get this straight, everyone, including you, knew they we

thickest Italian accent in a perfect mockery of her soon-to-be ex-husband. She bit the apple furiously. “And for the record, I was quoting there. He actually said those exact words to me.”

epaired I think.”

ain.” She knew he was waiting for an answer, so she shrugged. “It was five years yesterday. I can’t even go back to Italy to visit my grandparents. I didn’t even tell them where I moved, and they couldn’t visit me. I gave them my cell number and that was it. They didn’t know if I lived in Florida, California, or Maine.”

ething. “Mob?”

ght and shuddered. She knew of families just like this, but Alessandro’s wasn’t one of th