EPILOGUE

DEMIE is busy arranging the gifts under the Christmas tree on their living room. But she had a bit of a hard time reaching for a gift that she had been forced to reached earlier and ended up pushed much far.

“Sandro! Please help me here, just a moment,” she called to her husband.

“What is-” Sandro stopped speaking when he saw Demie's position as she’s trying to reach the distant gift. He smirked and chewed on his bottom lip. And made his way behind her.

“Are you seducing me, Mrs. Favre?” Sandro’s voice behind her, stopped Demie on what she’s doing. She withdraws herself from under the Christmas tree. But she stopped when she felt Sandro behind her. And from the thin material of her dress, she can feel his bulge on her ass.

“Sandro, what are you doing? Are you done cooking there?” Demie managed to get her head out under the