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Marcel smiled faintly, yet asking as soon as their lips parted ways. “If it works, then hey… why not stick with it?” He chuckled at her keenness, adding “come on lets go inside, I need a shower… the heat in that greasy kitchen is no joke, I literally smell like fried eggs and I wasn’t even the one cooking.” “Eww! More like smoke and burnt oil.” Marcel held her nose, scrunching her face in disgust. “Haha! I hope you don’t expect to smell like roses tomorrow.”

“My God! Is that Sadie Landry?” “The one who had a scandal with Chanel?” whispers flew. But Sadie kept her head held high as she felt an encouraging pat on her back. One that made her skin spring alive. Since her dress had a full open back, Marcel’s hand had skimmed across her bare skin, making her body flush even hotter. “I told you, you look exquisite, baby girl.” Marcel whispered, and she tried not to look affected, responding with a short smile. Right now, they were supposed to be in a professional setting,

I turn around quickly, and start to back away until I notice it’s none other than Marcellus. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, an all black collared dress shirt, but with no tie. His black cropped hair, not gelled this time, leaving it to be wild. His sleeves are rolled up revealing, very detailed tattoos, something that probably cost him a fortune. I can only see little swirls of ink, but I can tell it is a part of a much bigger piece of art going up his arms, I wonder if it connects to his back as well?

Sighing, I take off my shirt and set my gym towel on the edge of the treadmill when I catch sight of her. She hasn't exactly noticed me since I didn't bother turning on the lights to the gym. But the lights from the house are bright and I can see her clear as day. I watch as Marcella stands at the shallow end of the pool, observing the water. Then she looks around a bit as if trying to make sure no one is watching. In slow, cautious, and precise movements, she takes off her white silk robe. Fuck. Is she wearing a....swimsuit?

She was sitting over him naked, in her shorts. “Oops!” she smiled and acted to cover her breasts, her round, pinkish-brown areolae staring in his face. Valentina and Ambrosia took off their t-shirts and started giggling. They kept playing with their straps looking at Marcellus. “Yes, I am in heaven,” sighed Marcellus with pleasure. He was waiting for Hazel. She didn’t remove her t-shirt, she removed her pyjamas and walked close to Marcellus in her panty.

My tone oozed sarcasm. Marcel was no longer wearing his black armor, but instead a simple get-up of a blue long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves folded to his shoulders, as well as a black trouser and a fancy shoe. He now looked like your everyday civilian, but I knew better. Anyway, he shook his head with an amused smile before he spoke. "I've been sitting here watching over you the whole time. You must've been really tired, you slept like a baby." He chuckled but then stopped when he saw the stern expression on my face. That made him cough awkwardly before he continued. "I brought you hot cocoa with a touch of caramel."

He was shirtless again, but wearing an apron, showing off his broad shoulders and lean waist. Why was he dressed like that? The comments were practically screaming: 【The villain is using every trick in the book to seduce her!】 【Those muscles… Girl, just touch them! He's waiting for you to touch them!】 My eyes, guided by the comments, drifted over Marcello’s body. Then my gaze met his. His eyes were intense, scorching. I quickly looked away, flustered. He seemed to let out a soft chuckle. “Two sugars, no milk.”