Anthonio woke up with a groan; his head felt like it wanted to split in two, and he held it in his hands.
The headache was getting worse and he was hungover but he remembered everything that had happened last night.
What he had said to Marley and what she had said to him.
He groaned again, the headache probing his skull.
Why had he said those things to her?
He had felt an immense rage after seeing those photos sent to his phone and he had driven home and drunk.
Fuck! He had almost revealed everything.
Asking her if she hates him was the stupidest thing he had ever done.
Now she doesn't want to see his face.
Anthonio heard his phone vibrate and searched around for it. He found it underneath his bed and he picked it up.
It was Bruno.
“Bruno what's it?” He almost groaned into the
