And they were alone.
There seemed to be no limits to what could be said or done.
Melissaâs heart softened a bit.
Tenderly, she wrapped the towel around his damp hair and muttered, âYou havenât changed a bit over the years.
â
âIs that so?â
Marcus held her waist with one hand and stroked it back and forth, hinting at something.
Melissa didnât dare to flirt with him.
She concentrated on drying his hair.
After a while, she whispered, âIâm done.
Go to bed.
You need to wake up early tomorrow.
â
However, he held her waist firmly, preventing her from getting up.
âMelissa, you havenât wished me a happy birthday yet,â he reminded her.
He hadnât cared much about birthdays in the past.
But this year was different.
He had Melissa and Matthew with him for his birthday this time.
Sitting sideways on his lap, Melissa could feel the heat emanating from his body.
She was actually afraid that he might act impulsively again, so she obediently submitted to him and leaned against his shoulder.
âHavenât I already given you a gift?â she asked softly.
She was so close to him that she could see his angular jaw Lifting slightly, making him look very attractive.
Her body was starting to respond.
Marcus tenderly stroked the back of her neck, as if caressing a small animal.
âI want to hear you say it,â he insisted.
She could only wrap her arms around his neck and murmur, âHappy birthday, Marcus.
â
Marcus tightened his grip on her waist, then ki*sed her gently.
âI hope that this time next year, youâll be saying these words as my wife.
â
Melissa playfully nibbled on his lips and teased, âAre you the only one celebrating a birthday?â
Her tone carried a hint of flirtation, something Marcus always found irresistible.
He couldnât resist.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her towards the bed.
He then set her down, leaned in close to her lips, and whispered, âI thought you were too tired and wasnât gonna do anything to you, but now youâre just asking for it.
â
Initially, Melissa had resisted.
She had only been intimate with Marcus.
Despite her limited experiences, she knew he reveled in sensual pleasures and always found ways to entice her into Lovemaking.
When Melissa woke up the next morning, she felt sore all over like she had been run over by a truck.
Unable to get up for a while, she just lay still, grappling with the discomfort.
The pursuit of momentary pleasures had dampened her lofty ambitions.
The thought of going to work now seemed unbearable.
Marcus had already left the bed.
He appeared at the doorway of the masters bedroom, looking fresh and noble as he fastened his cufflinks.