After her outburst, Melissa was panting, her chest heaving with emotion.
Her heart ached with the words she had just spoken.
She half-expected Marcus to strike her, to turn and then walk away, leaving her behind.
That might be for the best.
At least then, he wouldnât be tainted by her.
But Marcus just stared at her, silent and inscrutable.
Melissa stood her ground, her voice barely a whisper.
âYes, I never liked you.
It was all a facade.
Your affection never moved me.
Each time we had s@x, I felt nothing, yet I pretended otherwise.
From my first day at the company, Iâve been deceiving you.
Even my virginity, I saved it, not because it was meaningless, but for a price.
I took your watch, worth 20 million dollars.
But sadly, you caught on.
â
Tears hung delicately on her lashes, betraying the pain behind her harsh words.
Marcus approached her slowly, stopping just a step away.
Melissaâs reflection blurred against the cold glass window.
Gently, he caressed her face, his voice detached.
The watch slipped into her pocket.
His face pressed close to hers, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
âSince youâve sold yourself once, why not do it again? You may not enjoy it, but I do.
Iâve always liked your body.
â
Melissa shuddered.
Then, standing tall, Marcus commanded coldly, âGo clean yourself and get on the bed!â
She felt stripped of the right to refuse.
Willing to do anything to repulse him, even at the cost of her dignity, Melissa remained silent, moving towards the room.
But she was halted.
Marcus gripped her arm, his sneer cutting.
âStrip here.
I want to see how low you can stoop.
â
âMarcus,â Melissa began, tears threatening to spill again.
He shook off her hand, extracting a cigarette from his pocket.
Lighting it, he inhaled deeply.
âDonât call me that.
Youâve lost that right.
â
Melissa trembled, barely able to stand, yet he showed no mercy, expectantly awaiting her next move.