Marco Conti's POV
It has been the worst. Not only that the other Marco was trying to surpass me but I have to call in sick as in I will not be there when that bastard was laying his eyes all on Anna. I gritted my teeth before I was rolling in my bed as my headache was taking another toll on me.
"Lord, mercy. Dio!" I said in Italian as I was so composed on the pain that I forgot my mother tongue. I cannot even surpass this after Anna's late-night visit. I have to stop her coming here before my head exploded.
'just give in, you know you want to,' another voice was playing inside my head. I was gasping as I was trying to surpass myself.
"shut up," I hissed at it before I was knocking a glass of the counter. A gasp came from me before I turned to look at it. Anastasia was here. Damn it!
"no, you got to go. Just stay away from me," I said as I was walking away from her. She did not heed my warning.
