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Liz POV

Sitting down at the bar I was having probably having my 10th drink, “why did I do this to myself” I cry, “why did I even allow it” I sob gulping down my drink, “I gave up everything for him, my career, my entire life, and he does this to me, just how!” I cry. Looking up at the bartender, "can you give me another round of this" I slur, "ma'am I don't think that would be possible", tears made their way to my eyes again, "why" I cry, "get her water please" a deep voice says, looking over I see Mr Greek God, laughing out loud, "am I dreaming?"  "No you not" he says curtly, “please don't let this be a dream" I cry.....

Marco POV

She looked broken , tears slid down her cheeks, "we need to go ", I say, "But I don't have anywhere to go, my husband is screwing his secretary, where should I go, to that hell hole I call home" she cries, "I'm homeless" she sobs before giggling making me raise my brow. The bartender placing the bottle of water in front of her, "how much is the bill?"  I ask, "150" he says, reaching over my back pocket grabbing my wallet I take out a couple of bills, placing them on the table, "keep the change" I say. placing my hands on her hips, "come on let's go", "Noo" she cries, getting her up,"my shoes"she slurs, looking down I realize she's not wearing shoes, "where are her shoes?" I ask the bartender, reaching down he hands me a silver pair of heels, taking them from him, I place her hand over my shoulder as I practically drag her out, "I'm too heavy for you, you'll fall" she laughs, "I'm a very strong man bella" (Bella: beautiful in Italian ) "Bella? Who's Bella?" She slurrs , letting out a light laugh we finally reach the car, my Matte Black Ferrari GTC4lusso, "you have very a nice car" she slurs, "Thank you cara"  (dear), opening the door for her I let her slide in before closing the door.

"Do you have any friends I can perhaps call or drive you to?" I ask, looking over at her she was knocked out cold....My place it is then....

~Next morning

Liz POV

My eyes flutter open due to brutal light seeping through the blinds, groaning I face the other way, wait..... this isn't my room, looking around, this definitely isn't my room, and this bed is not mine, quickly getting up, regretting it at the pain on my head, quickly I remove the blankets to find I'm in nothing but an oversized shirt, oh God please tell me I did nothing I'm going to regret, rushing out of bed I search around for my clothes, nothing. Slowly making my way out the room, my thighs on full display making me self conscious, this apartment is extremely clean, everything looks great, never thought I'd be into black and grey. I could smell breakfast , finally reaching what I assume is the kitchen, the most delicious looking back is facing me, the man is large, but it's all muscle, his biceps on full display, taking a closer look , my cheeks heat up, Mr Greek God! "Marco?" I ask in shock, "good morning, have a seat, breakfast is almost ready" reluctantly taking the seat, "how did I get here?" "I drove you here, you were too drunk" he shrugs as he places the plate of food in front of me, it smelled amazing, "how did you find me?" I ask, "you ask too many questions, eat" he orders, slowly placing the blueberry pancake in my mouth, my eyes shut as I let the flavor fill my mouth, "can I ask another question" I ask awkwardly, "sì", (yes) "did.... you.....undress me?" I mumble, "yes I did" feeling my cheeks heat up, I grow a lot more self conscious, "well i didn't think you would be comfortable sleeping in a dress with vomit " he shrugs, "I'm so sorry" I whisper ashamed , "it's okay, so what are you gonna do", "about?", "your marriage", remembering yesterday's events making my heart clench , I felt like crying and screaming, "you can stay here for a few days just to clear your head if you want" "I.....I couldn't....I'll come up with something" I say honestly.....