ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) by Bella Grant Page B

with someone who wasn’t a politician or an organization leader looking for more money or more of his country’s resources.
    Two hours later, Antonio finally pulled out his phone to check the messages that had been plaguing him. He’d checked each time the phone buzzed in his pocket, but he read none that were from Isabella. She could have her temper tantrum alone. He wasn’t in the mood.
    A drink had turned into dinner, and before he knew it, the evening had flown away from them. “Your wife is as stubborn as mine.” Silver pulled his phone out of his pocket as well.
    Antonio flipped through the messages that started out angry, then softened to civil, but quickly went straight for anger again. Demands upon demands she sent him, and he deleted every one of them before tucking the phone back away. “Will Maria be upset you didn’t return for dinner?”
    “No. She went out with a friend this evening. I’m expecting her back any moment, although she isn’t thrilled. She’s twenty-five but still acts like a child at times. She wants to go to a nightclub with her friend.” He waggled the phone in the air and put it down beside his now empty plate.
    “And you’ve said no?” Antonio leaned back in his chair. He’d filled himself with steak and roasted potatoes.
    “I told her I’d rather be with her. I’m not in the mood for all that loud music and dancing right now.” His phone buzzed again, and he looked at it, eyes narrowing as he read it. Then, a large smile broke out over his face. “It appears she’s asked your wife to join her.”
    Just as he said the words, Antonio’s own phone vibrated. Give me my clothes, you Neanderthal! Antonio laughed.
    “Don’t you have security who can go with her?” Antonio turned the topic away from his wife.
    “Of course, they are with her now. That’s not the point.”
    “Of course not. I have to say, when I first met you two, I didn’t peg you for being so much like myself when it comes to women.” Antonio folded his napkin and placed it on the table. His phone danced beside his plate again, but he ignored it.
    “I love the woman to death, but she’s just so impulsive sometimes, it drives me crazy. I’ve had two security officers in the last month ask to be transferred off her detail because of her little stunts. Every now and then, she gets it into her head to lose them, and most of the time she succeeds, which leaves them spending their entire day hunting her down.”
    Antonio laughed. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for our wives to spend time together. They’d just feed off of each other’s bad ideas.”
    “Will Isabella be joining Maria?” Silver asked with a downtrodden frown. Seeing the distress in Silver’s expression over a disobedient wife made his decision easier.
    Antonio stood from the table and picked up his phone. “The only place Isabella is going this evening is over my knee.”
     

ISABELLA
    Isabella managed to find one piece of clothing her husband hadn’t grabbed before abandoning her in their rooms. Luckily, it was a robe, but still not something she could wear in the public places of the hotel to search for her husband. Though, the idea held more merit as the time ticked by. It would serve the arrogant ass right to be embarrassed by having his half-naked wife calling out his name as she made her way through the extensive lobby of the hotel. Unfortunately, she would also succeed in embarrassing herself as well.
    Pacing the bedroom, she felt her ire beginning to rise all over again, only the irritation was beginning to turn its ugly face on herself. If she had just been more patient, done what he’d said, she wouldn’t have found herself in her current situation. Instead of wearing out the lush carpeting of the bedroom, she could be dancing at one of the most exclusive dance clubs in the city.
    By the time she heard the front door of the suite unlock, she had worked herself up pretty well into a state of true anger, only she