Melissa's black hair cascaded freely, unrestrained, and flowing.

The ambiance grew increasingly romantic.

However, Marcus deemed it insufficient. With one hand, he ensnared her, while the other deftly unbuttoned her coat.

Underneath, her figure was slender and enticing.

Leaning against the door, Melissa fixed him with an icy stare. "Mr. Fowler, I presume you have your checkbook ready again?"

Marcus disregarded her taunts.

Discarding her coat, he caressed her waist and whispered in her ear, “How can you claim it's none of my concern? How did I end up with a two-year-old son if it's not?"

Melissa's eyes reddened, considering Marcus despicable.

Before she could protest, Marcus enveloped her form and led her to the guest room, where they made love for the final time.

Melissa was gently pressed into the plush bed by him, her black hair splayed across the dark bed sheet, accentuating the luminosity of her skin and enhancing her beauty. Furthermore, her slender frame allowed her to sink completely into the bed under his weight.

“Marcus, what are you doing?"

Melissa pushed against his shoulder and whispered, but to no avail.

With her body in his grasp, Marcus kissed her passionately. Despite knowing it wasn't the right time, he couldn't resist the urge.

He continued to kiss her fervently, unable to control himself and lost in the moment.

After a few minutes, Melissa transitioned from vigorous resistance to weakly wrapping her arms around his neck, yielding to his kisses with a sense of vulnerability. There was a subtle shift in her demeanor, altering the sensation of their kisses, prompting him to continue relentlessly.

Eventually, Marcus lifted his head, his dark eyes fixed on her intoxicated visage.

"Marcus..."

She murmured his name under her breath, seemingly discontent with his pause. The sight of her parted, ruby lips was irresistible to him.

Marcus couldn't help but lower his head, yearning to kiss her once more.

Suddenly, a sharp slap landed on his handsome face.