Epilogue
“Finally, we’re all alone,” Darren whispered against Ivan’s lips much later that evening as he lay on top of his fiancé on their bed inside the master bedroom.
The guests had all gone home. The only people left out there in the garden were Michael and the catering people. Darren had already arranged for his chauffeurs to drive his and Ivan’s parents back to their respective houses since they weren’t in the right condition to get home by themselves, having drunk too much champagne and other wine over the course of the evening. Michael was taking care of the clean-up process, so Darren had taken the opportunity to drag Ivan into the house and all the way into the master bedroom. The two of them had been kissing each other with lots of heated passion and lust for quite a while now.
