Mark noticed the kids peeking through the door. It wasn’t the best moment, but he couldn’t deny her request.
He shut the bedroom door.
A song filled the room.
In the soft light, Cecilia’s nakedness was framed by long, black curls cascading down her waist, leaving Mark utterly enchanted.
His gaze lingered on her.
Though slightly shy, Cecilia didn’t shy away.
Gently, Mark dressed her in the couture dress, its fabric embroidered with pure white lace.
Finally, he crouched to slip on her high heels. Cradling her delicate foot, he kissed it tenderly. Cecilia, biting her lip, teased, “Mark, what sort of fascination is this?”
Looking up, Mark met her gaze with intensity.
As he fitted her shoes, he teased back, “If I were into that, would you indulge me?”
Cecilia playfully rubbed her other foot against his neck.
“You wish,” she said with a mock huff.
Mark smiled gently as he whispered in her ear, “Happy birthday, my very own black rose.”
Cecilia gazed at the handsome man before her. His physical appeal had always captivated her, and right now, she was completely smitten.
She feigned discontent, though.
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“Since when did I become your black rose? I don’t think it sounds good. Don’t call me that again.”
Mark’s smile lingered, his eyes unable to leave her.
To him, Cecilia shone brightly at the moment.
“Let’s go out,” he suggested.
Holding his hand, Cecilia replied softly, “Let’s go cut the cake.”
The atmosphere was perfect. As they headed out, Mark pressed her against the door for a long, slow kiss that left them both yearning for more.
Mark then gently caressed her face and opened the door.
Edwin was busy inflating balloons, but Olivia was nowhere to be seen.
Mark’s brow furrowed slightly.