Marco Conti's POV
I did not spend the night at Anastasia's house. I don't think she would mind but it was me that I was afraid of. Afraid that I cannot think about the things that I will do if I ever in her proximity again. oh, how many things I wanted to do to her.
So, it was morning and we decided to meet in front of the court hall. I don't think we might have a wedding but to sign our names on the marriage certificate would be enough for the plan that we wanted to extrapolate from it. It was necessary.
I was wearing my usual clothes, my formal business suit, black Armani, tailored to my body. I brushed my hair slightly to make it look disheveled. I know how much she would go crazy to run through my hair. I smirked at that thought. It would not be long before she can do anything she wanted with my hair.
