Returning to the bedside, she poised to speak, only to have her wrist seized and drawn toward him.
Their bodies collided, and she caught a stifled groan, sensing his discomfort.
Jessie quickly withdrew.
âAlbert, youâre out of your mind.
â
Locking eyes with her, Albert uttered in a hushed tone, âJessie, come back to me.
â
After nightfall, Melissa made her way home, steering her car down familiar streets.
Upon arrival, she found most lights extinguished within the villa, save for a lone glow emanating from the hall.
There, bathed in the soft yellow hue, Marcus lounged in his pajamas, Laptop perched upon his lap.
The bluish glow of the screen cast angular shadows across his handsome features, accentuating his allure.
Pausing to change her shoes, Melissa couldnât help but admire his handsome figure.
At the sound of the opening door, Marcus shut his laptop and inquired with a soft tone, âHowâs Mr.
Waston? Why the late return? Matthew and Kiana are both out asleep.
â
Approaching Marcus, Melissa planted a ki*s on his lips.
âHowâs Kiana?â she asked.
Marcus gave her a playful pat on the rear.
âGood to know you still care about our child.
I figured you were all wrapped up in your career, neglecting your husband and family.
â
Melissa indulged him, nestling into his embrace and whispered against his lips, âDonât I know the way home?â
Having neglected Marcus lately, Melissa sought to make amends.
She initiated a ki*s, her lips trailing to his chin, her hands wandering beneath his clothes.
Marcusâ expression shifted instantly, his voice trembling.
âMrs.
Fowler, are you sure about this? Here?â
Melissa chuckled.
âAnyone likely to walk in on us?â
As Marcus hastily unbuttoned her shirt, he assured her, âNope.
The household staff are all sensible.
â
As night deepened, the couple, starved for intimacy after a weekâs hiatus, succumbed to passion multiple times, the clock striking well past midnight by the time they finished.
Melissa drifted into a brief nap, awakening to find herself cocooned under a blanket, nestled in Marcusâ embrace.
With unwavering focus, Marcus remained engrossed in his laptop, his demeanor stoic as ever.
It was a stark contrast to his earlier passionate demeanor.
Quietly rising, Melissa queried, âWhy didnât you wake me?â
Setting aside his laptop, Marcus smoothed her tousled hair and grinned.
âYou seem exhausted, so I thought Iâd let you catch some rest downstairs.
â
Melissa hesitated, wanting to tidy up the sofa, but Marcus, aware of her sensitivity, had already tidied it and discreetly disposed of the used tissue.
Gently caressing her delicate face, he remarked, âYouâve birthed two kids.
Why still so bashful? Itâs normal for couples to indulge in a little Living room rendezvous now and then.
The staff understand.
â
Melissa shot him a look.
âThis isnât the bedroom.
Not everyoneâs as audacious as you.
â
In retort, Marcus quipped, âYou seemed quite pleased just now.
Why the sudden modesty?Arenât you worried about the servants catching you in the act?â