Unable to resist, Marcus enveloped her from behind, murmuring tender words that lovers often share.
âYou were absolutely irresistible last night.
â
Melissa offered a faint smile, but as she showered, her thoughts turned introspective.
The steam fogged up the glass, and she lightly tapped her head.
The temptation of men had a way of leading one astray, Melissa thought.
Impulse seemed like the devilâs plaything.
How had she felt so hollow last night, surrendering so easily to Marcus
âallure? His motives were evident, yet Melissa harbored no wish to reconcile or begin anew.
They
really shouldnât have had s@x!
After lingering in the bathroom, she emerged, wrapped in a soft white bathrobe, looking irresistibly tempting.
Breakfast had already been delivered, and Marcus sat at the dining table, casually flipping through the newspaper handed to him by the waiter.
The front-page headline caught his attention.
It was about the CEO of Fowler Group spending the night with an unidentified woman.
The photo depicted them in the hotel lobby, Melissa dr@ped in his coat, her face shielded from view by his protective stance.
As Melissa joined him at the table, her eyes fell upon the news.
Marcus glanced up, attempting to gauge her reaction.
After a moment, he set the newspaper aside, intertwining his fingers.
With a soft voice, he asked,
âDo you want to make our relationship official?â
âWhat relationship?â
Melissa pretended ignorance as she took the newspaper, scanning its contents before nonchalantly remarking, âScandals are merely scandals, after all.
My face isnât even in the photo.
â
But Marcus persisted.
Despite being a little slow regarding matters of the heart, he was not completely oblivious, especially when it came to Melissa.
While she had been proactive the night before, this morning, alongside her compliance, there was a noticeable distance.
It was clear she had no intention of acknowledging what had happened between them last night.
âWeâve slept together.
There should be some sense of responsibility.
â Marcus pressed, his tone firm.
Melissa took a sip of her milk, maintaining her composure as she replied with a smile, âI donât need you to be responsible for me.
Weâre both adults here, no need for such melodrama.
â
Marcusâ smile, however, held a cold edge.
He enunciated each word deliberately, âI mean, you shouldâ take responsibility for me!â
After the eventful night, Melissa didnât feel inclined to argue with him.
She took a sip of milk to alleviate any tension before acknowledging, âYou did exert a lot of effort last night, Iâll give you that.
Iâll whip up something nice to help replenish your strength.
â