The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife (Mackenna and Alessandro) novel Chapter 33

She stood breathing angrily in the middle of her bedroom and then took her phone to the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa. She immediately called the number Alessandro had programmed into her phone months ago.

He answered on the first ring, sounding breathless. "Mackenna, what's wrong." "How did Dulce get my number?" she couldn't be bothered with pleasantries.

"l have no idea. Are you suggesting she called you?"

"Suggesting? No, I'm telling you. Why do you always ask me if I'm suggesting something when I'm telling you something!" she screamed at him through the tiny device.

"I'm sorry Mackenna, it's only a turn of phrase, please take a breath and tell me what happened. Why are you so upset?" his voice was soft and soothing.

The desire to run to him and have him tell her everything would be fine was overwhelming and she wanted to cry with the frustration of her life. "She just called me to inform me you both stayed up all night having long-distance sex."

"Mackenna, I was with you,"

As he started to explain, she cut him off. "l know Alessandro, I know you didn't have virtual s*x with her because you were here. I'm not so stupid I can't tell time." "l would never suggest you to be stupid," he replied gently.

She put her hand over her eyes. "Alessandro, why the hell is she calling me?" "l don't know. I am unsure of her end game here," he tried to reassure her.

"You know what I don't care of the why or the what-for. Call your little b* * *h off. If she calls me again, I'm going to start a lawsuit for harassment. I will call Camille and have her do her worst to the b* * *h and your damn company for putting her in my life!" She furiously hung up the phone before he could say another word. She threw the phone and it bounced off the sofa onto the floor. She stood up picked it up and threw it again at the sofa and it stayed put. She stomped her foot for good measure.

She was still steaming angry, furiously pacing in her living room trying to calm down when she heard Nuncio come back to the apartment twenty minutes later and he wasn't alone. She glowered at the man on his heels. She held her finger up at

Alessandro walked across to where she paced in her living room. "Mackenna, I would like for you to do a favor for me. Call her back but do not tell her I am here."

"What? Why?" She was confused. Every other time she had told him of this crazy behaviour he had not believed her. Today he was standing in front of her asking her to call her back.

"She thinks I am in the yrn at the hotel. In fact, I told her I was going to a very long run on the treadmill not an hour ago. I was on the treadmill when you called me. She was irritated I didn't want to sit and listen to her complain about her sister, her mother, and her physiotherapist. I presume since she figured I was indisposed it would be a good time to call and torment you. She didn't count on you calling me or me answering whenever you call. I always leave her calls unanswered when I work out," he said quietly.

She wasn't sure. It wasn't something she wanted to do. It felt very much like asking an assailant for one more punch.

"l would very much like to hear this with my own ears. Can you please humor me? Call her back. Ask her why she is doing this. I want to hear what she's up to for myself. You've told me previously she always called when I was out of the room. I want to know."

"I've never called her back before. She'll know something is up."

He nodded reassuringly, "tell her you need to know Why she's doing this to you.

Tell her you've filed the divorce and you want to know why she keeps up this charade even when you've done it."

"l don't know if I can," she wiped a tear off her cheek. "She's so cruel."

"l am right here. Nuncio is right here. Neither of us will let her hurt you."

Alessandro used his thumb to wipe a tear off her cheek. "Please Mackenna."

Mackenna looked at him, aware Nuncio was hovering as an overprotective big brother. He nodded once at her, so she lifted her phone from the sofa where she'd thrown it in anger and showed him the last number to call in.

He nodded confirming the display. "It is her personal cell number. Call her back.

It rang only once when Dulce picked up. "Mackenna, what a lovely surprise. Did you want to hear more of how Alessandro and I will be together forever, or did you want some weight loss tips or maybe the name of a good plastic surgeon to fix your love handles or your nose?"

She saw Alessandro's fists clench at the words. "Why are you doing this Dulce? You know you won. I filed my divorce. I don't understand why you must continue this game you like to play."

"You're right, I did win. You were never enough for him you know," Dulce's voice as smooth as silk cut sharp. "It's why every time we were alone, he wanted me naked and under him. Nobody wants to sleep next to a whate when they can have perfection like my body next to theirs."

Alessandro's eyebrows lifted but he put his fingers to his lips and motioned for Mackenna to keep the conversation going.

"l get it, you had s*x every chance you got with Alessandro. I just don't know why you feel you need to keep telling me about it. Telling me about it when I lived in his home back in Milan, fine, you were putting me in my place. Now, we are nothing.

We are getting divorced. Why do you keep tormenting me?"

"Do you believe he'll divorce you?" Dulce scoffed. "You're mistaken. Men like Alessandro don't let their wives just walk away. I'm making sure you know, no matter what, I will always be with him. I will sleep with him every chance I get. Once you have a taste of a man like him, well, nothing else compares does it Mackenna? The rumour mill at the hospital was my orthopedic surgeon wanted you, but you couldn't go there could you. You had Alessandro and even a good-looking doctor doesn't compare. You'll be back in Milan, but I will still be in his bed, as much as I possibly can."

"1 don't care," she tried to keep her temper under control, but the woman had a way of getting under her skin. "Just stop calling me. I don't need to know."

"But you do need to know," Dulce said condescendingly. "You need to know when he touches me, where he touches me, how he touches me. You need to know

I advances and so you made my life a living hell."