He looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men could match.

"Did you feel good last night?" he asked gently, concerned about her well-being.

Her cheeks flushed, but she tried to act nonchalant.

"Just so so," she replied, trying to downplay her emotions.

Just so so...

Mark mused over the words, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, "You've been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you had sex with other men?"

His question was direct.

Though she hadn't been with anyone else, she didn't want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was still strong.

Mark took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied her.

She felt a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed her.

But Mark wouldn't let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, "Are they as good as me?"

Cecilia felt both ashamed and angry.

She struggled as Mark's grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes. ©

"Mark!

What are you doing? We're on the balcony!" she protested.

Ignoring her pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his own forehead.

"Tell me, did you have sex with them?"

"No! No one else!"

She then started crying, tears welling up in her eyes.

Gently kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy her.

But she turned her face away and urged him to stop.

"Enough!"