Mark kissed away her tears as he gently coaxed her. At this point, he no longer cared about himself. He just wanted to make her feel good.

“Mark! Mark...

As the climax washed over Cecilia, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him even closer.

*

The next day, Cecilia woke up earlier than usual.

Her entire body was sore, and although she had just woken up, she already felt tired.

She struggled to sit up as she took in her environment.

Everything around her felt strange and familiar at the same time as she instantly recognized this place: the apartment on Gamous Road.

She pulled back the quilt and looked at herself.

Right now, she was wearing a man's shirt. It was light blue and had a faint, manly smell.

She tried rolling off the bed but ended up falling instead, groaning in pain as she did.

Although her mind was a bit hazy, she could still recall everything that had happened last night.

After getting drunk, she cried and she cried. Then, she and Mark had passionate sex.

The scenes flashed in her mind as though she was watching it in front of her. Her body craved for Mark's touch. She could still remember how delicately he held her.

Then, they had sex again.

Cecilia clenched her fists and hit her head twice.

All of a sudden, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Mark emerged from the door, looking well-dressed and not showing any signs of indulgence from last night.

He looked at her with a quiet intensity and said, “Your assistant called and said that you had plans to participate in a recording of a program this morning. Get up and have breakfast. I'll drive you there later."

As Cecilia stared at him, she could see the lust still burning in his eyes.