"Is it just for my good looks?" Marcus asked, his tone hinting at a warning, like he wouldn't let Melissa off easy if she didn't give the right answer. Meanwhile, he slipped a hand under Melissa's clothes, whispering, “Any other reasons you can't get me out of your head? Tell me."

“What do you mean?"

Melissa played dumb, so Marcus decided to tease her a bit. After spending so much time together, they knew how to flirt and make each other feel good...

Melissa's breath grew shallower with each passing moment.

Wrapping her arms around Marcus' neck, she chuckled, saying, “Let's take this to the bed!"

But Marcus pushed aside the presents and started kissing her gently.

Then, in a seductive tone, he murmured, “The carpet's real soft; you won't feel a thing."

Melissa wrapped her arms around Marcus' neck and chuckled. "You say that every time."

The room was dimly lit, setting the perfect mood.

Marcus extended his hand, softly caressing her face. His intense gaze held hers, as if he could devour her whole. "When did I hurt you? I wasn't that rough, was I?"

"But I always struggle to get up the next day. Marcus, you really have to slow down. You're just thirty. Take it easy—"

"I'm here whenever you need me, no questions asked."

They were fooling around, sharing kisses and laughter on the soft carpet.

Suddenly, something hard pressed against her back, eliciting a small yelp of pain. Marcus, always attentive, immediately halted and held her close. “What happened? Are you okay?

Melissa shook her head gently. "I'm alright."

Hearing that, he leaned in to resume kissing her. “Carry on, then.”

Melissa tried to return his kiss as she moved her hands to grabbed random things to hold onto. Eventually, her fingers found something small, unwittingly opening it.

Marcus' expression darkened.

It was a gift from Ryan. What made it worse-it was a diamond bracelet.

Although not as extravagant as the one Marcus had given her, it was worth a fortune.