MARCO’S POV
I wake up groggy, my stomach turning slightly from that disgusting encounter with Sharon earlier. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. I was trying to distract myself, but all it did was make me feel worse. Sade wouldn’t be caught dead acting like that—throwing herself at a man, desperate, pathetic. She’s nothing like these women here. Sade is mine. She just doesn’t realize it right now.
I push the thought away and get up, dressed in my best business attire. Black slacks, navy dress shirt, no tie—I want to look good but effortless. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and check the clock. Quarter to six. Before heading down to the Harley-Davidson innovation showcase, I FaceTime my kids.
Justice answers first, grinning at the screen. My boy. He tells me all about camp,
