MARCO
I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to shut down. It is 2:47 AM. I've been lying here for three hours.
Beside me, my phone glows with unanswered emails and pending contracts and a dozen fires that need putting out. I should get up. I should work. I should do literally anything productive but instead, I'm thinking about her.
Isabel.
The name rolls through my mind like a prayer or a curse—I can't decide which.
I have rules. Strict, unbreakable rules that have kept me functional and successful for thirty-five years. Never mix business with pleasure, never get attached and never let anyone close enough to hurt you.
Sex is mechanical. Pleasurable, sure, but ultimately meaningless. A physical need met and then forgotten except I can't forget her.
I remember everyt
