The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 8

Mackenna considered the gorgeous orthopedic doctor in front of her was purposefully antagonizing her. She wanted to throttle him and would have if he wasn’t so damn cute. She forced herself to maintain her annoyance with him otherwise he was going to pull this crap all the time and she’d be stuck cleaning up his mistakes forever.

“Doctor Portman, you can’t just randomly assign codes to your billing. You have to use the correct ones.” Mackenna glared at him where he lounged carelessly against the doorframe. “I have sent you multiple emails with the codes. Read the emails.”

“Ah, but my devious plan worked.” He winked overtly, “You got angry, you called me to your office and we’re having a conversation instead of me watching your retreating back every time I approach you.” Derrick couldn’t help but grin at her. She’d been hiding from him since he’d asked her out at lunch on Tuesday. It was Thursday now. Two days of her ducking into bathrooms to avoid him. He didn’t know if he was flattered or insulted.

ile at him, but his smile was sweet, his dimples were deep, his eyes were blue, and she was losing their battle. She hadn’t heard anything more from Camille since Tuesday morning and slowly she was starting to relax and get back to the world where Alessandro was simply a memory.

jacket off and give me a better view.” He looked her up and down devilishly and laughed again when she squirmed in her chair.

im. “Stop messing up my billing codes.” She pointed her pen in his direction warningly.

asta dinner as I promised.”

en, it’s a problem for me. Such a turnoff.” It was her turn to tease now and she was rewarded with a hand to his chest as he posed against the door frame as if mortally wounded. She giggled at his theatrics.

day. I think you owe me dinner.”

eally digging deep,” she lau

d what she was doing when she pulled her bottom drawer of her desk open. He reacted quickly to the green fruit she whipped in his direction, catching it with one hand. Without hesitation he bit the apple and gave her a toothy smile. “I feel like Adam. You’re a temptress. Wanna be my Eve?”

s too charming for her own good. “Get out. I have work to do. I have to redo your billing.”

exited her office leaving the door open at her request.

prior. “Is there a problem?”

come down and talk to someone named Mac to discuss billing my employee’s accounts directly to my company.”

ve an insurance carrier?”

yee fell while performing her work duties I

behind him. “Mac is right through the door at the end of the hall. Anything you want done; Mac can do it. She’s the best in all thing’s numbers. Though I’ll warn you, I made her mad mucking up some codes so t

and moved toward the door. He knocked once on the partially closed door.

was bent down in her desk digging for new forms so she could redo the billing.

tor Portman. I have an employee staying i

tion, squatted behind her desk, and wondered what she had done to annoy God so badly he would do this to her. Sending a man with a thick Italian accent when she was already struggling was just cruel. She spoke quietly. “Have a seat and I’ll be right with you.” She stood up and kept her back to the stranger while she dug through the filing cabinet for the forms to set up billing for non-insurance claims. She took the time to regroup and remind herself not

e his eyes. She was here. In the hospital Dulce had been flown, where they had been told the best orthopedic surgeon to deal with

eart no longer beat, her lungs no longer expelled air and her body no longer moved. She wondered if she was dying. Suddenly she remembered the conversations with Savannah and Derrick. “Dulce is Doctor Portman’s patient?”

ming her back against the open door of the filing cabinet. He stopped moving wondering if she was going to find a way to run from here as well.

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d furiously, stunned she barely acknowledged him. He was her husband, and she was treating him like she was a stranger!

billing then let’s do this, otherwise you are wasting my time and yours.”

essandro slammed his hand on the desk. “Is this where you’ve been hiding from me all this time?”

ling from surgery.

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poke so condescendingly to him, and he repeated a question he’d asked her o

’re intruding in my workspace” she dropped the forms onto her desk and as his mouth opened, she held her hand up just as her office phone rang. She picked it up. “Mac Keebler.”

got wind of…”

ntire hospital. I’m sorting through it now. Are you coming home tonight?”

s concerned. “You okay Mac?”

n I get home then. Bye.” She hung up the phone, leaving her hand on the receiver for a moment as if she wished she could touch the woman on t

er?” Alessandro hissed angrily.

k had messed up. “It’s none of your business, Alessandro.” She wondered what Savannah would thin

rom behind it and shook her into his arms. “You are my wife and therefore it is most certainly my business.”

ee and couldn’t. “Let me go Alessandro. Take your hands off me!”

ou have managed to stay hidden for a long time, but not any longer. You will co

back. I will choose my own self-respect and dignity a thousand times over playing second-fiddle to your mistress.”

prise in his eyes, and she

n record, I have a job to do. Where am I setting up Dulce’s billing to be sent?”