Marcus reached for a cigarette from the nearby box.
Lighting the cigarette, he took a drag.
âIâll transfer this apartment to your name,â he declared.
Situated in the heart of Duefron, this apartment spanned a vast area and easily boasted a value exceeding one hundred million.
Marcusâ held undeniable allure for its proposition anyone considering substantial worth.
However, Melissa declined.
Instead, she poured the entire glass of juice over Marcusâ face, the sticky Liquid trickling down his handsome features and leaving him visibly flustered.
Marcus shot her a glare.
With a cold smile, Melissa retorted, âMr.
Fowler, kindly keep both the money and the house for yourself, and perhaps consider seeking medical advice to ensure youâre not afflicted with some form of hypers@xual disorder.
â
After her declaration, Melissa grabbed her coat, ready to depart.
She hastened her pace, unable to bear another moment there.
The man before her had shattered her heart, and his recent words obliterated what little beauty remained in her recollections.
Meanwhile, Marcus cleaned the juice from his face, and rose to his feet.
Just as Melissa reached for the doorknob, she felt a warmth envelop her; Marcusâ body pressed against hers, his hand gently covering hers.
In a raspy tone, he inquired, âAre you upset?â
In that moment, Melissa realized resistance was futile.
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Resigned, she replied icily, âWhat are you doing, Mr.
Fowler? If you require assistance so urgently, I actually have some girls on call.
â
At her words, Marcus drew closer, their bodies almost merging, the warmth of his breath on her skin.
Within his embrace, Melissa could sense the strength of his chest.
Eventually, Marcus released her.
His voice tinged with a chill as he said, âYour years as Albertâs secretary have made you quite attentive, Miss Brown.
But donât fret;
Iâm perfectly capable of looking after myself.
â
âThatâs reassuring,â Melissa responded, turning to face him.
âNow that weâve shared a meal, may I take my leave, Mr.
Fowler?â
Marcus responded not with words but with a gesture signaling she could go.
Melissa grabbed her briefcase, opened the door, and hurried out.
She made her way to the elevator and descended to the ground floor.
A security guard stationed at the buildingâs entrance noticed her arrival and approached with a polite greeting.
âHello, Miss Brown!â
At his greeting, Melissa paused in her tracks.