Elena's POV:
Today is the last day of the summit, and I've been dreading it since last night.
I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get the feel of Marco's hands on me out of my head.
The way he breathed hot on my face. The way he buried his sweaty head between my neck. And the way he pressed his growing buldge between my thighs. I was disgusted. I still am.
Goosebumps spread throughout my body anytime his image enters my head. And I'll have to see him again this evening.
His words are still as clear as day. Would he really do what he said he would? He wouldn't, right? Not when he knows who I'm married to. Adrian will kill him.
But he didn't seem so phased about Adrian yesterday. In fact, he was pissed every time I brought up his name. Even when he spoke about him, he didn't seem like someone who would give a fuck about what Adrian would do.
