Melissa took the private elevator to the downstairs. Marcus black Rolls- Royce was ostentatiously parked at the Waston Groups entrance.

Upon her arrival, the passenger door was promptly opened.

Melissa safely settled into the car and murmured softly, I could have driven myself.

Marcus buckled her seat belt and remarked, A husband and wife driving separately? Not very dignified, is it Melissa gently grasped his handsome face and whispered, Mr. Fowler, dont you feel like youre a bit too clingy? I hardly have any privacy.

I beg to differ.

He placed his hand over hers and drew close to her, his voice low and husky as he uttered something suggestive. You didnt mention me being too clingy last night when I was attending to you.

Despite being married for years, Melissa still found herself unaccustomed to it.

dirty, Melissa found

imagined that Marcus, who projected an image of

her husband, and

made sure to keep in touch with video chats. Upon his return

she never inquired, she instinctively knew he harbored no affection for other

a holiday next week. Shall we plan

low, husky voice, We should rent a villa this time and let

with Marcus, Melissa was

Rover pulled up beside them. The window rolled

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