She leaned against him, feeling at ease.

She chuckled. "You're not too shabby yourself. Your dirty talk is top-notch. I dig it."

"I appreciate your honesty."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them.

Meanwhile, Melissa unwrapped Shawn's gift.

Inside were a pair of watches.

They must've cost a fortune.

Frowning, Melissa turned to Marcus. “How can Shawn afford something like this? Last I checked, he was still a truck driver. Where's this cash coming from? Is he back to his old ways?"

Marcus casually touched his nose at the mention of Shawn. “Ah, he's been doing well lately. I tossed him a loan and helped him open a dealership."

Melissa probed, “How much did you lend him?"

Marcus grinned. “What, are you checking the books now, Mrs. Fowler?"

But he knew he couldn't dodge this conversation. “Twenty million in total. He's making moves and has promised to pay me back within two years."

Pointing at the watches, Melissa sighed. "Even if he's raking it in, he's not saving. This splurge screams lack of discipline. Marcus, you've spoiled him rotten."

Marcus chuckled with even more delight. He reached out to touch her, teasing her with a husky, seductive tone, "You're making it sound like he's my side piece. How could I handle a big, tough guy Like that? I much prefer a soft, gentle woman like you. You're perfect no matter how I mold you."

Feeling his touch, she breathed out, "Just hold on. Let me finish these first."

"I can't wait, not a second longer," he replied eagerly.

With that, they had wild sex.

Marcus wasn't one to give in easily, especially not on the night of his big engagement.

Plus, he'd promised four times over, so he was sticking to his word.

Even though Melissa was sobbing her heart out, he didn't bat an eye.