WHO ARE YOU?

Chapter 3

Markus pov

“ Scarlett, I've missed you so much," I whispered, my eyes gazing lovingly at the figure before me. Her gentle touch sent shivers down my spine as she tickled my ribs, leaving me giggling helplessly.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as her cold hands sent waves of pleasure through my body. I trailed off, my head spinning with delight, as I succumbed to the sensation of her presence.

Her gentle movements left me breathless, and I couldn't help but moan softly, my fingers clutching the bed sheets as I lost myself in the moment.

"Is it just magic?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. I felt her hands wander down my body, sending shivers down my spine. Her gentle touch ignited a fire within me, and I had to suppress a moan of pleasure.

Despite the intensity of the moment, I remained composed, closing my eyes to fully immerse myself in the sensation. Her hands moved with a gentle expertise, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

As I lay there, I felt myself getting lost in the sensation of her touch. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the gentle caress of her hands.

Suddenly, she stopped, and I felt a pang of disappointment. But then, I heard her whisper in my ear. "Open your eyes, my love."

I did and was met with a gaze that was both fierce and tender. She was looking at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm showing you what it means to be loved," she said, her voice dripping with emotion.

And with that, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that said everything without saying a word.

As we parted lips, I tenderly lifted my gaze, my fingers weaving through her hair. "Scarlett, have you forgiven me?" I asked, my voice filled with hope. "I promise to be the man you deserve, to support your dreams and desires."

I chuckled at her surprised expression, my hands gently caressing her skin as I spoke. "Henry wants to follow in his parents' footsteps, to embrace his true nature. But if we push him away, he might lose his chance to discover himself."

I gazed into her eyes, my own eyes heavy with emotion. "Don't you want to grow our family, to have another little one to love?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "We've only just begun, Markus. Why don't we take this to the couch and see where the moment takes us?"

I smiled, my heart racing with anticipation, as she pulled me close, her touch igniting a fire within me.

I swept Scarlett into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as we lost ourselves in a passionate kiss. The only sound in the room was our soft whispering, our lips moving in perfect sync.

I gently traced my tongue along her neck, sending shivers down her spine. My hands cradled her face, my thumbs caressing her cheeks as I deepened our kiss.

Her hands roamed my back, her fingers digging gently into my skin as she pulled me closer. I could feel her heart racing, her body melting into mine.

We were lost in our little world, our love the only thing that mattered. And as we broke apart for air, I leaned on the armrest while she drifted off to sleep on my body.

As the sunlight streamed into the room, I was abruptly awakened by the sweet melody filling the air. I rolled over in bed, my hands grazing against the soft, silky fabric. As I opened my eyes, I was startled to see a red-haired woman beside me, her pale skin glowing in the morning light.

I quickly scanned the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, but my mind was blank as to who this mysterious woman was. She caught my gaze and flashed a bright smile. "Good morning, handsome," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're an angel, Marcus."

She continued to brush her hair with gentle strokes, her eyes never leaving mine. I was taken aback by her forwardness, but a part of me was intrigued by this enigmatic stranger.

My mind reeled as I recalled the events of the previous night, and a wave of confusion washed over me. "Wait a minute... this isn't right," I said, my voice laced with panic. "You're not Scarlett, are you? What's going on here? Who are you, and what did we do last night?"

I threw off the covers and sat up, my eyes scanning the room frantically as if searching for answers. "You're not my wife, are you? What kind of game is this?" I demanded, trying to keep my tone even.

The woman's smile faltered, and she took a step back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "Marcus, calm down... let me explain," she said, her voice soft and soothing.

But I was too far gone to listen. I sprang out of bed, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. I approached her, my fists clenched and pinned her to the wall, my face inches from hers. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing.

I slammed my fist against the wall beside her head, the sound echoing through the room. "Tell me, who are you and what do you want?" I growled, trying to keep my emotions in check.

The woman's eyes widened in fear, but she didn't flinch. She stood her ground, her gaze locked on mine. "Marcus, please... I'm nobody, I love when you fuckme, asshole. Let me explain," she pleaded, her voice firm.