As night descended, Melissa found herself unable to sleep, despite Matthewâs peaceful slumber beside her.
Rising quietly, she ventured into the living room for a drink of water.
Upon her return, she noticed the white Bentley still parked outside the building.
Peeking through the curtains, Melissa observed the car, lost in thought.
Leaning against the car, Marcus took a drag from his cigarette, the flickering ember casting an alluring glow on his handsome features.
Melissa couldnât resist the urge to call him.
Her voice barely above a whisper as she asked, âWhy havenât you left yet?â
In a husky tone, Marcus responded, âAre you worried about me? Didnât you want to draw a line with me? You made it clear you donât want anything from me, preferring Mr.
Watsonâs offerings over mine.
Itâs none of your business whether I leave or not, Miss Brown.
â
Marcusâ words were laced with bitterness and jealousy, particularly when he referred to her by her last name through gritted teeth.
Melissa couldnât help but find his behavior childish at times.
As Melissa moved to end the call, Marcus interjected suddenly, âPut on some clothes and come downstairs.
I forgot to give you a document.
â
Melissa insisted she could retrieve it the next day, but Marcus revealed heâd be leaving on a business trip.
Reluctantly, Melissa agreed to retrieve the documents.
She assumed they were related to Matthew.
Approaching Marcus downstairs, she found him still leaning against the car, his intense gaze locking onto hers.
There was a fiery passion in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine.
âMarcus,â Melissa began, but before she could say another word, she found herself enveloped in his embrace.
His Lips descended upon hers, gentle at first, then increasingly fervent.
Melissa struggled against his forceful advances, bewildered by his sudden aggression.
Was this man out of his mind?
Marcusâ grip tightened, his ki*s growing more intense, causing her lips to ache.
âMar- Marcus!â
Melissa managed to gasp amidst the onslaught of ki*ses.
In the chilly night air, Marcusâ ki*ses became more fervent until Melissaâs lips swelled.
With a whisper, he confessed, âI wish I could f@ck you now.
â
The ki*s from Marcus made Melissaâs body go limp.
It was a cold winter night, but she did not feel cold at all.
In fact, her entire body was hot.
Marcus himself was not doing much better.
He was a virile young man in the prime of life, but he hadnât had s@x for the last three years.