Mark noticed the kids peeking through the door.
It wasnât the best moment, but he couldnât deny her request.
He shut the bedroom door.
A song filled the room.
In the soft light, Ceciliaâs nakedness was framed by long, black curls cascading down her waist, leaving Mark utterly enchanted.
His gaze lingered on her.
Though slightly shy, Cecilia didnât shy away.
Gently, Mark dressed her in the couture dress, its fabric embroidered with pure white lace.
Finally, he crouched to slip on her high heels.
Cradling her delicate foot, he ki*sed it tenderly.
Cecilia, biting her lip, teased, âMark, what sort of fascination is this?â
Looking up, Mark met her gaze with intensity.
As he fitted her shoes, he teased back, âIf I were into that, would you indulge me?â
Cecilia playfully rubbed her other foot against his neck.
âYou wish,â she said with a mock huff.
Mark smiled gently as he whispered in her ear, âHappy birthday, my very own black rose.
â
Cecilia gazed at the handsome man before her.
His physical appeal had always captivated her, and right now, she was completely smitten.
She feigned discontent, though.
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âSince when did I become your black rose? I donât think it sounds good.
Donât call me that again.
â
Markâs smile lingered, his eyes unable to leave her.
To him, Cecilia shone brightly at the moment.
âLetâs go out,â he suggested.
Holding his hand, Cecilia replied softly, âLetâs go cut the cake.
â
The atmosphere was perfect.
As they headed out, Mark pressed her against the door for a long, slow ki*s that left them both yearning for more.
Mark then gently caressed her face and opened the door.
Edwin was busy inflating balloons, but Olivia was nowhere to be seen.
Markâs brow furrowed slightly.