Epilogue

Byron's Point of View

"Argh! Stop hugging me, will ya?!" I removed James' hand on my waist and pushed him away.

He pouted. I can see his reflection in the mirror I am in front of. Geez. I know he's handsome, but he's double handsome today. Ugh, damn. What am I thinking?

"You're so mean, I just wanted to hug you," he whined.

I sighed as I fixed my necktie, "My long sleeve will get crumpled."

"I can just iron it again, though," he said and moved closer to me again. When he was about to hug me, I immediately turned to him and stopped him. "Aish, why?~" he whined like a child.

"Enough, okay?" I held his hand and brought him to the couch, "Let me fix your hair." I made his sit and I stood in front of him.

I started to fix his hair. He was obedient, but after just a few minutes he was already touching my ass. Aish, this man! Really! He always liked a dog in heat!

"Damn, James. Will you please get your hands off my butt?" God, I'm trying to suppress my anger but he won't cooperate!

Why do I