Marco’s POVI wake up feeling like a damn jackhammer is drilling into my skull. Fuck. I sit up, rubbing my temples as my head pounds. Reaching into my bag, I grab some aspirin, pop two in my mouth, and dry swallow them. A hot shower should help.I step under the spray, letting the water beat down on me as I take deep breaths. Last night was a blur of drinks, fake smiles, and business deals. After finishing my morning routine, I throw on a pair of casual slacks and a black polo with the Harley-Davidson insignia stitched on the chest. I grab my keycard, phone, and wallet before heading out.But before I can stop myself, I find my feet taking me toward her door.Pressing my ear against it, I listen. At first, it’s just the sound of the TV playing softly. Maybe she’s still asleep. Then, I hear a quiet giggle. A deep groan.Moans.My jaw clenches so tight I swear my teeth might crack.I yank myself away from the door and stride toward the elevator, my fists tightening at my sides. Unbeliev
Sade’s POVI wake up to something poking my butt, accompanied by a hand unconsciously massaging my breast. I know he’s still sleeping because his snores are steady in my ear.I shift slightly, rubbing my butt against his hardness just to see what happens. One of his snores turns into a low grunt before settling back into rhythm. I chuckle to myself. Of course, every time I have to pee, I end up in this same exact position when I'm with him.Carefully, I try to maneuver out from under his heavy arm, but as usual, he tightens his grip, pulling me closer. I sigh and try again, this time with a little more effort. His snores get louder, and I take the opportunity to slip away successfully.I rush to the bathroom, do my business, wash my hands, and rinse my mouth with a little mouthwash. When I return to the room, Adamo is still half-asleep but lifts the covers for me, smirking.“Come on, I wanna go back to sleep,” he mumbles, his voice deep and groggy.I climb back into bed, but instead o
Adamo’s POV As Adamo followed Sade to the elevator, he could tell she was angry, but not because she had to meet with Marco. She was angry because it had been a complete waste of time. Somewhere, deep down, she had actually thought Marco would be genuine. That he would finally give them a real apology. But, as always, he had disappointed her.The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. A few others were already in there, but Adamo didn’t care. He turned to her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest. She sighed, melting into his embrace, her face pressed against him as he held her all the way up to the 12th floor.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a woman smirking at him, blatant in her interest despite Sade being right there. He almost rolled his eyes. People were so shameless nowadays. When the elevator stopped at the 12th floor, he took Sade’s hand and stepped out with her. The woman continued up to the 13th floor. Must have a little money. Not
Third Person POV Sade and Adamo sat across from Marco in the dimly lit bar, the air thick with unspoken tension. The waitress approached, offering a polite smile."What can I get you to drink?" she asked."Water," Sade answered without hesitation."Brown batch bourbon," Adamo added, his voice steady.Marco took a deep breath, attempting to ease the tension. He offered a forced smile, twiddling his fingers on the table. "I’d like to formally introduce myself first. I’m Marco Martinez, and I know, according to the kids, your name is Adamo. But maybe you should act like a gentleman and tell me exactly who you are?"Adamo lifted a brow, unfazed. "Adamo Rossi. We met almost three years ago, at Thanksgiving."Sade smiled. "We’ve been dating almost six months."Adamo nodded. "Right. And I know you’re her ex-husband."Marco’s jaw tightened. "I’m still her husband."Sade rolled her eyes, exhaling sharply. "Marco, why are we here?"Marco leaned back in his seat, stretching his fingers against
Marco’s POVThe sharp blare of his alarm shattered the silence of his hotel room, vibrating against the nightstand. Marco groaned, rubbing his face before sitting up. His body was heavy, weighed down by an exhaustion he couldn’t quite shake, that was not just physical, but the kind that sat in his chest like a stone. He had set the alarm for 5 p.m., giving himself just enough time to get ready before the meeting.Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he stretched, and rolled his shoulders. Then, moving on autopilot, he went through his usual routine: brushing his teeth, washing his face, and combing his hair. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he barely recognized the man staring back. There was something hollow in his eyes, something distant. He exhaled and turned away.Pulling on black slacks and a crisp white button-up over an A-shirt, he finished the look with a fitted black suit jacket and polished black shoes. His movements were methodical and precise, one of the few
Sade’s POVSade sat on the bed, her body present but her mind far, far away.She had told herself, told Adamo, that she was over it. Over Marco. Over the past. Over the shit he put her through. And yet, as soon as Adamo set the tray down and brought the food over, it all hit her.The things Marco said.The way he looked at her.The way he still had some twisted sense of entitlement over her life.She blinked, staring off into space, her fingers resting on her lap, unmoving.She barely noticed when Adamo stepped in front of her. It wasn’t until he knelt down, resting a warm hand on her thigh, that she finally looked at him.“Take a breath, love.” His voice was steady, warm.Sade inhaled deeply, then exhaled just as slowly.Adamo nodded. “That was a lot.”She let out a dry laugh. “Shit, you’re telling me.”“That was a whole lot.”Right on cue, her phone dinged. She reached for it, barely needing to glance at the screen to know who it was.Marco.Her stomach clenched, but she tapped the