It's nearing midnight as Kenzo returns home from work, much like the last few times. Sometimes, you feel lonely when he works so much. You hear his Porsche pulling into the driveway.

You're already in your silk nightgown, standing in the kitchen. On the marble countertop sits an open bottle of red wine, and in your hand, you hold a glass, it's already your second, and you can feel the alcohol slowly flooding your system. You hear Kenzo entering the kitchen. He wraps his arms around you from behind. He places a box in front of you on the counter. Inside is a silver bracelet adorned with sparkling little diamonds.

"I've missed you so much,"

he whispers in your ear, as he lovingly kisses your shoulder. With his fingers, he slides the fabric of your nightgown up over your butt.