The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife (Mackenna and Alessandro) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Alessandro considered of all the times he‘d been angry at Mackenna, this might be the most volatile he had ever felt. He‘d returned to the hotel suite thirty minutes ago and she was nowhere to be found. As he considered she had taken off yet again but this time with their child, his rage was growing epically by the millisecond. He slammed his fist against the tabletop as he called his head of security with another demand to find her. Since it was almost noon, he had no idea how long she‘d been gone or how far she‘d gotten.

He looked up in surprise as the door of the suite opened and she stepped into the room, her eyes narrowed on his reddened cheeks. ―Where the hell have you been?.

She dropped her hand from the door and felt her own temper flaring. ―I had a doctor appointment Alessandro

Her words made him pause and his fist unclenched. ―You should have told me

―I woke up and you were gone. I don‘t have a phone number for you and chasing you in Dulce‘s room is not something I‘m ever going to do, thank you. If you want the consideration of knowing my whereabouts, leave a number She threw her purse on the side table.

He took a breath as his panic slowly eased. ―I apologize Mackenna. I should have left a note

―You didn‘t need to leave a note Alessandro. I knew where you were and who you were with. Considering your girlfriend is laying in a bed with her leg in a cast to her hip, it‘s not hard to know where you were. If you want to leave a phone number in

case of an emergency, it would be great. It might come in handy, say if I go into labour or something but since I don‘t expect it for another eight months or so, I don‘t think you need to hurry on it

He was getting tired of the nasty comments on his relationship with Dulce so he ignored it. He grabbed her purse and dug her cell phone from it. He programmed his phone number in it and then he programmed hers into his. ―How did you make out at the doctor?.

him and moved to the bedroom. ―I want to go to my apartment and pick up some of my clothes

―No He shook his head as he followed her into the room. ―I‘ve seen your clothes and they‘re garbage. I‘ll take you shopping

―Whatever,‖ she grimaced as she kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the bed.

―What are you doing?.

―Napping She pulled a pillow under her cheek and closed her eyes. Just looking at him made her want him and it was easier to sleep through the desire than it was to dwell in it. ―Don‘t you have something, or rather someone, to do?.

He felt his anger slowly coming back. ―Mackenna we cannot make our marriage work if you‘re going to be throwing jabs all the time

―Alessandro,‖ she mocked him, ―I have no interest in making this marriage work. I‘m here because I‘m having your baby and I don‘t want to lose him or her. If this means I must tolerate your face, your lovemaking, and your lover, then I‘ll do it but don‘t expect me to be the same pathetic wimpy little fool I was five years ago

He staggered backwards at the cold derisive tone to her words. ―Mackenna, it amazes me at how you can go from a loving and passionate woman through the night to the cold-hearted b***h you are right now

She sat up and glared at him. ―It amazes you. Why would it amaze you? Did you think I would be all warm and fuzzy knowing you left our bed yet again to go to her?. She pushed off the bed. There was no way she could sleep with him glaring and itching for a fight. ―I changed my mind. I‘m going for a walk

―Not without security detail you‘re not He shook his head and put his hand up to stop her from bending down to slip back into her shoes.

―Alessandro, I‘ve existed without your bloody security for the last five years. I‘ll survive now She yanked her shoulder away from his grasp and spun away from him. ―See, the good thing about being your dirty little secret is paparazzi don‘t follow me. They don‘t even know I exist and it‘s fine with me

relationship private because it is nobody‘s business but my own what happens in it. ―Really? You should let Dulce know because this morning while I waited to see

the doctor, a pair of nurses were going on at great length how she‘s telling everyone and anyone who will listen you‘re lovers. She was apparently on the phone with a tabloid of some sort telling them how you flew to be right at her side and the worst thing about being stuck in a cast is the inability to make love She saw his surprised expression. ―So much for privacy, if you really expect me to believe you‘re not screwing her, maybe you might want to let her know you‘re denying it

―I will investigate this matter and…‖

―Why?. She looked at him in surprise. ―Don‘t do it for me, Alessandro. Like I said earlier, l‘m only here for the baby. Which reminds me; I‘d like to have separate bedrooms if you don‘t mind. I admit I find you sexually attractive, but I find looking in the mirror in the morning becomes increasingly difficult each time I give in to the particular physical need. I‘d rather just not if you don‘t mind

―I suggest you stop looking in the mirror then because I have no intention of sleeping anywhere but in your bed He felt his fingers itching to shake her senseless. Never had he felt so inclined to physical violence as he did in this moment. She was not the same woman he‘d married.