Though I told myself that I really wanted to rip off Marco’s clothes in the back room and let him f**k all my worries away, I found myself shutting and locking the door and glaring at him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall, making sure to keep his distance.
“Who is Alessa?” I asked him, tapping my foot against the wooden floor.
He had been with Cristian for so long that he ought to know more about her than Chiara did.
“I want to know everything you know about her. Don’t give me that I don’t know what you’re talking about s**t either. I know that she used to date Cristian.”
I don’t know what you’re talking aboutMarco rolled his eyes and sighed a breath of relief. “For f**k’s sake, Roxie, if you wanted to know more about her, we could’ve talked out there.”
