Epilogue (part two)

They got to his house after three hours, the whole ride being completely silent before entering into his home, the heeled boots male staring at the compartment, his voice small, "This place lacks life."

It was a mansion of a house, with every area drenched in white, save for other things like flowers, the TV, the coffee table but everything else was plain and dull looking for a colour like that.

"I'm barely ever here," Paris answered gruffly, now at the bar area section as he asked, "Would you like to drink something?"

"Red wine, do you have a bottle of Le Chapeau?"

The amber eyed male didn't know if Marcos had asked that question to mock him or because he truly wanted it because a Le Chapeau bottle was truly one of the rarest and most expensive bottles in the world.

Thank God he was a partner of the company that believed in having a bottle of it for good luck. "Yes."

"Mhm," Marcos kept walking around, his arms folded, "I bet you've never brought anyone here before."

Paris popped ope