She was still in her simple white T-shirt from the breakfast shop.

She felt like Cinderella to his prince, as if everything about their time together was borrowed and would vanish after midnight.

The room was enveloped in silence.

Melissa couldn't resist. She gently traced her fingers over Marcus' Lips, recalling their softness and the intense kisses they shared.

Despite everything, she still harbored feelings for him.

Her eyes welled up with emotion. She longed to kiss him, even just a light peck.

Leaning forward, Melissa's lips brushed against his ever so lightly.

She intended to pull back immediately. But as she started to move away, she felt his hand on the back of her head, and suddenly she was beneath him.

Narcus' feverish body radiated heat.

His bathrobe had fallen open, revealing his chiseled physique.

Melissa turned her face aside, too overwhelmed to look at him directly.

Her voice quivered as she muttered, “Let me go."

"Let you go? Didn't you come here by yourself?" Marcus’ voice was raspy, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazed at Melissa beneath him, almost devouring her with his look. He reminded her, “What did I say? We weren't supposed to see each other again, remember?"

Fear slowly overcame Melissa.

The memories of the previous night haunted her, causing her to tremble.

With hesitation, she placed her hand on his shoulder, attempting to push him away.

However, her efforts were in vain. Instead of moving him, he pressed closer, their bodies entwined. Her clothes soon found their way to the floor.

“Melissa, you're asking for this."

Marcus leaned in, kissed her passionately, and their fingers entwined.

He was dominant in his actions.