18 Jogging

Marilyn’s POV For some reason, since Alejandro introduced me to his mafia family, he moved into my room saying, “We are married to them, so we have to keep up the act, play along or die, your choice.” Let’s just say, I didn’t have a choice in the matter, but if I can help something, I intend to do just that. Alejandro woke up early in the morning, and I could feel that he had left my side; I opened my eyes when the lights came on but instantly shut them back when Alejandro looked toward my side. He strode into the bathroom and had a cold bath before getting out and changing into his workout outfits. When he was done, he donned black shorts, a black singlet, and a pair of red sneakers with black socks. He sat up and flexed his muscles. I watched from the corner of my eyes, pretending not to be awake, but I could see everything he was doing. He inserted his Air Pods in his ears and grabbed a black hoodie, he wore it over his head, and it stayed on his body. He looked at I on