Chapter eighty three

Marcelyn woke up the next morning feeling a bit disoriented. She turned her head to the side and saw Darell's sleeping form next to her.

Memories of the previous night flooded her mind and she blushed at the thought of how she had lost herself in him. She had never been so consumed by passion before, but with Darell, everything felt different.

She got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom. As she washed her face, she couldn't help but think about what she had promised Darell the night before. She had promised to behave around Hannah, but the thought of that woman still made her blood boil. She knew she had to keep her word, but it wouldn't be easy.

As she walked back into the bedroom, Darell stirred and opened his eyes. He looked at her with a soft smile, and Marcelyn couldn't help but smile back.

"Good morning," he said, his voice deep and husky.

"Good morning," she replied.

Darell sat up on the bed and reached out to take her hand. "Last night was incredible," he said.

Marce