Marco’s POV
I wake up feeling like a damn jackhammer is drilling into my skull. f**k. 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
