A Hot Christmas Mistake

IT was midday, the worst time to arrive in the Philippines. As Demie came out of the plane, she felt the heat reflecting off the tarmac. Demie was already sweating before she even reached the arrivals lounge. She dragged her two suitcases, she just did what she had to do to get out of there.

Until she got out of the airport and waited aside. According to her Aunt Kareen, someone will come to get her. And just moments later, a black Ferrari 458 Italia pulled up in front of Demie. She was still wondering if that's the one who'll pick her up, and she only confirmed it when the side door window of the car went down.

As the window slowly rolls down, Demie then thought that she didn't know who would come to get her. Could it be, Alastair? But when she saw who it is, her mouth fell open. It was Alessandro. The oldest son of her Aunt Kareen.

His striking blue eyes gaze at her black orbs. And Demie couldn't help herself but linger her eyes examining his face. From his coal-black hair that is comb-over, down to the stubbles on his chin. And of course, she wouldn't skip his kissable lips. Oh, how she wishes she-

"Miss Argento?" Demie snapped out of stupor when the man called her. She kept her mouth shut and didn't know if the man noticed the warmth on her cheek.

"A-ah yes, s-sorry," Demie stammered. She scolded herself for acting weird, she didn't know why she acted like that.

"Alright, let me help you with your baggage," Demie couldn't complain when Alessandro got out of his car. And again, Demie was captivated by his physique as soon as Alessandro came into her view. The man was in his corporate attire. So he is also a bit humid in the heat of the weather. But it won't stop Demie from checking him out.

He approached her and took her two suitcases. And she was like a rock as Demie watched the man as he put her two suitcases in the back seat. They're not close just like she is to its younger brother, Alastair.

"Let's go," Alessandro whispered to her. "T-thank you..." Demie sighed as he turned around to get on the car. Demie doesn't know why she's so affected by the man, this is a first. 'Attraction?' Demie thought. Demie shook her head and got into the car.

Until the car started, no one spoke to any of them. Demie's gaze was just ahead of the road. She wants to lay her eyes once again on this strikingly handsome man beside her. But she's worried that she'll find herself, gawking upon this man once again. But the silence is killing Demie.

"A-ah sorry if Aunt Kareen made you come here," Demie said, gulped. She turned her gaze to the man whose eyes were just on the road. The man was so good in his corporate attire. He looks so neat and... 'delicious' Demie thought. And that made her cheeks on fire.

"No, it's okay," Alessandro's deep voice made Demie jump a little. 'Oh god...' Demie thought. The car stopped when the traffic light stopped. Alessandro leaned his left arm on the steering wheel, and Demie couldn't help but gasped as Alessandro's eyes met hers. Suddenly, she felt hot even with the AC on, she turned her eyes back to the front. And she fans herself with her hand.

"Are you hot?" Demie doesn't know what 'hot' Alessandro means. But she just assumed the answer.

"A lil bit, maybe because of my blazer," Demie replied. Then, Alessandro looked down at what she was wearing. A baggy beige blazer with a black tank top underneath and shorts. Her round breasts are pressing out against the thin material, and she starts fidgeting as his stare lingers in there.

"Yes, I think so, you're certainly hot," Demie couldn't help but lick her lips because of a sudden thirst. She saw his jaw tightened, and with a loud beep from a car behind them, that served as a cold water poured at them.

The surroundings became quiet again until they entered a famous private elite subdivision. Astonished, Demie looked around, thinking that maybe her Aunt Kareen had moved house. Until they stopped at a two-story mansion. And speaking of her aunt, she was already looking at them from the gate that was already surrounded by Christmas lights.

An assistant opened the entrance gate for Alessandro's car to enter. And they stopped in front of the mansion and Demie was about to go down when Alessandro came out first and opened the door for her.

"T-thanks," Demie said, feeling her heart speed-racing. Demie came out and was immediately greeted by her Aunt Kareen who immediately followed them.

"Oh, Demie, you're already big! It's been 5 years since you visited here," said her aunt, with a smile that is a mile wide. She also celebrated Christmas with them, a year after her parents died.

"Yes, Aunt, thank you for inviting me again," Demie replied, sincerely. The woman laced her hands on Demie's waist and guided her inside. "Oh, no worries, it's nothing. You're always welcome to our home, Demie," The woman said, giggled.

They entered the house, and Demie was greeted by a well-decorated living room. There's an L shape sectional sofa and a white Christmas tree stand on its end, and another two-seater couch beside the Christmas tree. Wreaths are hanging on the window, socks on the Christmas tree. And Demie can also see the dining part from her view in the living room.

"Wow," Demie cheered, ecstatic to see the Christmas decors. She heard her Aunt Kareen giggled and walked to the sofa and sat. "Is it beautiful?" the woman smiled. Demie was about to answer when someone called her.

"Demie? Demie!" It was Alastair who just came down the stairs. Demie's smile immediately widened seeing her childhood friend. He greeted her with a tight hug.

"Calm down, Aly. I can't breathe anymore," Demie joked to the young man. Laughing, he left her hug and pulled her to sit on the sofa next to his mother. "Mom, who went to picked up Demie? You should've just told me to fetch her," Alastair exclaimed. "Oh well, it's just that your brother is on the way here, so he's the one I sent for Demie."

"Oh, my brother fetched you. But setting that aside, Demie, look at you! You're as gorgeous as ever, but it seems like you're more alluring than the last time I saw you," Alastair commented while checking out Demie up and down. But a cough made him stop- it was Alessandro.

"Mom, do you have anything for me to do?" Alessandro said while carrying Demie's two luggage, seeing this, Demie immediately stood up. "Oh my, sorry. I forgot to bring it," Demie felt her cheeks burning. He even bothered to pick her up, now she even left her luggage to him.

"Oh, Sandro, just take that to Demie's room. Aly and I will take something from our house," her mother said with excitement. And Sandro feels like his Mama is planning something.

"What? What-" Kareen hushed her son, Alastair, and pulled his hand to go outside. She seemed to be excited while she was still giggling looking at Demie and Sandro who were stunned looking at them.

While Demie was left there, she just thought that she and Alessandro were the only ones left in the house or whose house it was, so instead of being awkward, she just asked him something.

"W-whose house is this?" Sandro started walking towards the L-shaped stairs, so she followed him. She even thought he would not answer her. "It's mine," but then he answered, briefly.

Demie nodded and quietly followed. He didn't seem to want to talk to anyone, so she didn't bother to talk again. As Sandro dragged his two pieces of luggage, Demie couldn't help but glance at the whole man. He was no longer wearing a blazer and his polo sleeves were rolled up. Demie was staring at his bottom as if she was being called to slap it, so Demie swallowed hard and do the sign of the cross because that's what she's been thinking since she met this man closely. But this is a good sign for her, she needs this to make it easier for her to carry out her plan.

Alessandro's parents also used to live in Italy, which made their family close. But not them, they're not close. Alastair and she are the ones who used to be friends.

Demie stopped walking when Alessandro also stopped. He turned to face her and Demie did not manage to immediately stop staring at his bottom, so her gaze went to Sandro's bulging size.

"Jumbo..." Demie immediately stopped speaking and looked at Alessandro who was now darkly staring at her. There's some glint of emotions in his eyes that Demie can't read.

"Jumbo? What do you mean?" Sandro asked with furrowed brows. Demie immediately gasped and fanned herself, "A-ah, that's a song! You don't know it? Jumbo hotdog, can I do this- oh I mean can you do this?" Demie just wants to disappear right in front of Alessandro. She's saying nonsense things. But thankfully and it looks like Sandro doesn't get what she means.

"O-okay?" he responded, confusion is on his face. He just opened the door in front of them and went inside. He put her luggage to the side and came out again.

"You can now rest," he told her. She turned her back on him and was about to enter the room when she forgot something.

"Thank you, Alessandro!" Demie said loudly to the man who stopped her. He turned to her and there was something in his expression. It's like enjoying something.

"Sandro, just call me Sandro. And you're very welcome," for the first time, the tone of his voice was not monotone. There's a hint of playfulness in it that made Demie wonder. But she just shrugged it off. She will just rest first, and so that she can help later with any task.

And later, as the date struck at 25, there will be no turning back about her plans. Her birthday and Christmas day is the day that she will pop her cherry.

IT'S already 5 pm and Demie is still sleeping upstairs. While the Favre family has already started cooking because they will surprise Demie for her 25th birthday at the same time as Christmas.

Alessandro is currently putting shrimps on a large disposable pan and patting them off to dry with a paper towel- he's going to cook shrimp scampi. His mother said that Demie likes kinds of seafood.

"She will really love that, Sandro," his mother said, cheering. She's currently beating butter and sugar together- she's going to make snowflake butter cookies.

"Mom, I should've just cooked something for her too!" Alastair exclaimed, whisking flour and salt together. He's helping his mom bake.

"Shut up, Aly, how can you cook when you don't even know how to cook," his mother sneered at him. Alastair was shaken because what his mother had said was true. He looked at his brother who was just quietly cooking, he's currently seasoning the shrimps with salt and pepper.

"Bro, isn't Venice will be coming over here?" Alastair asked, still whisking the salt and flour. Their mother's face immediately turned sour at what she heard.

"Why would she? She has her family to spend the Christmas," Sandro replied, putting the shrimps on a heated pan.

"I thought she will also tag along like a leech on-" Sandro stared at his brother, not liking the word he used to describe his close friend.

"Oh, that's right, we'd better finish what we're doing. Maybe Demie will wake up any moment," they planned to hide the food until midnight to surprise Demie. Aside from the food that Sandro's cooking and Kareen baked, they already ordered cooked food that will come later.

It took another four hours before Demie woke up. She stretched her body and immediately picked up her charged smartphone to find out the time. And she was immediately surprised to see that it was already seven o'clock in the evening. She slept for 8 hours. It must be the jetlag.

Demie immediately undresses and she rummages through her suitcase looking for her bathrobe. And when she saw the red bathrobe, she immediately took it without looking and then she wrapped her body in a towel. And she just runs quickly to the bathroom to take a bath.

While 30 minutes had passed, Sandro was instructed by his mother to check on Demie. And the man immediately obeyed his mother's command. He even heard his brother Alastair complaining, saying that he wants to be the one who should have been ordered. Sandro can tell that Alastair has a shot on Demie, just a man's instinct. 'Who wouldn't?' Sandro mentally said and found himself smirking at that thought.

Sandro stopped in front of Demie's bedroom door and knocked softly three times. Of course, Demie can't hear it. She's still in the bathroom, finishing her shower.

Sandro knocked three times, once again. Then he thought, his mother told him to 'check' on Demie not to wake her up. So he slowly turned the doorknob and it opened. He let himself in and found no one in the room. His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom- on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs.

Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinking of it, his c*ck is so hard that it's aching.

While Demie at the moment, she can't help but constantly gulp every damn second. Her body is on fire, she can feel her core dampening just by the stare of this man in front of her. But she needs to get a hold of herself. This is not the man whom she planned to get laid to.

"A-ah... What made you c-come here?" Demie used the little voice left from the sudden thirst she felt. She can't stand looking into Sandro's eyes. She can see again that glint of some emotion on his eyes that she can't read, but she's sure that it is something that made her wet down there.

"Demie..." Sandro called, grunted. Sandro needs to control himself before he'll launch to Demie that looks like a prey ready to be eaten by a predator- him. He needs a cold shower after this, he needs to load 'stuff' to calm his 'buddy' down there.

"Mom, made me look for you. If you want to go down, she's looking for you. Sorry for busting in, and thank you for giving me my gift this Christmas," Sandro said, murmured the last sentence while giving a trail to Demie's body before he stormed out of the room, leaving Demie dumbfounded.

Demie heaved a loud sigh, she's been holding her breath since she was rooted on the floor. Even though she had just taken a bath, she felt the sweat rolling at the side of her neck.

"Damn... what's wrong with you, Demie?" she was still talking to herself as she walked to the bed where her suitcase was still lying and she was even more embarrassed when she saw that her undergarments were open on the bed because of her rummaging earlier. Sandro probably saw it.

Demie hit herself, she hasn't even gotten her femininity yet but she felt like Sandro owned her already. She doesn't know but she felt that when Sandro was looking at her. It's like looking at his property. And Demie doesn't know why she likes the idea that the man owns her. But that won't change her plan, she's sure of it. Christmas won't be over without her, giving her cherry to Alastair.

A few minutes ago, Demie was already dressed. She's wearing A.W.A.K.E's red striped tartan blouse, Isabel Marant's calliandra draped sequin- embellished georgette midi skirt paired with Balenciaga's silver polka dot heels. Demie felt like she's overdressed, but her Aunt Kareen told her earlier that she should dress well because it's her day. And she silently thanked her friend, Katrina, who chose a series of clothes and dresses for her before coming here to the Philippines.

Demie took a picture of herself and sent it to her friend Katrina, before finally going out of her room. She's just holding her phone looking at herself through the phone's camera. She suddenly feels anxious about how she'll look because of 'someone'. And just by thinking of that someone, Demie heard a door shut behind her. That's why she turned around and there is the man she's been thinking of since earlier- Alessandro.

She can't help herself but smile a little when she saw what he's wearing. A preppy charcoal sweater that has a polar bear wearing Christmas prints, printed in the front. And Sandro saw it, who's also dazzled on the way Demie looks tonight.

"What are you smiling at?" Sandro was so close to Demie that she couldn't hide her smile because of the cute polar bear in his sweater. "It's just because of the sweater you're wearing, it's cute," Demie replied, giggled.

"Oh, this sweater. Mom made me wear it, I can't say no to her at this time," Sandro answered, and for the first time he's smiling while shaking his head.

"It's cute though, it's not making you less attractive," and it's too late for Demie to take back what she said. She bit her lips out of embarrassment, and his smirk says it all.

"I know, sweetheart," Sandro responded, before passing on her. And Demie can feel her cheeks on fire on what he just called her. Demie dared to follow Sandro down the stairs.

She was taken a back by his endearment. Sweetheart?

DEMIE and Sandro went downstairs to the living room one after the other. It's already 9 pm, and Demie doesn't know if they're done cooking. She's somewhat ashamed because she hasn't helped anything at home.

"Oh, dear, look at you, Demie! You're dazzlingly perfect! Am I right, Sandro?" both Demie and Alessandro were surprised by the woman's sudden question to him. But Sandro just played along.

"Yes, Mom, you're right. She's really dazzling... and irresistible," Sandro said, the corner of his mouth turned up. His mom squealed as Alastair immediately scolded her asking such things, but Demie immediately smiled when he looked at her.

Alastair immediately approached her to get her attention.

"You're more than perfect, Demie," Alastair said as he took Demie's right hand and kissed it. Demie immediately smiled, the Aly she knew- the wholesome one. The one she's had a crush on before.

"Thank you, Aly," Demie's smiling response that made someone hissed. She was about to look at Sandro when Alastair pulled her to the pool area on the side of the mansion. Alessandro just followed them.

Demie was surprised to see the Christmas lights and Christmas decors in the pool area. The small palm trees in each corner are all decorated with Christmas lights, and there are also Christmas lights that are hanging above from the roof to the end of the wall, in front. And as you enter, you will immediately see two barbecue grills prepared and the dining table. Demie checked the pool and there are two loungers placed on an elevated floor on the pool just right before the two-step concrete stairs.

"I didn't know that there was a pool here, Aunt. I wish I got a bikini with me," Demie joked to the woman who immediately believed her.

"Oh, you want to swim? You can swim but maybe tomorrow, it'll be a waste of your outfit," Her aunt Kareen responded, winked.

Then they immediately started grilling. The three of them are the only ones talking, Demie is quite bothered that Sandro is just behind them, alone. He was just busy holding the phone and periodically drinking alcohol at the round table. Demie wants him to join their conversation, she wants to know him. And she doesn't know why she suddenly grows an interest in him.

As far as Demie knows, they're ten years apart, she's going to be 25 so he's 35. This is also one of the reasons why she became closer to Alastair who is just her age. Before, Demie used to just look at Sandro who was usually just in a corner and always had a serious face. Contrary to Alastair who is jolly and outgoing.

"Bro, can you please get these dishes," Alastair said, handing out a tray with only pork barbecue already cooked. Demie immediately looked at it. He quietly took the tray from Alastair and returned to the former position. While her Aunt Kareen had noticed what she's doing.

"What's the matter, Demie?" her aunt Kareen asked, fanning the burning charcoal. Demie sighed, decided to ask about Sandro.

"Is sweet- I m-mean, Sandro is really that quiet?" Demie almost utter the endearment she heard from Alessandro. Fortunately, only the two of them were there.

"Oh, you're interested huh?" Kareen said, teasing Demie. Demie shakes her head, but her Aunt could see her cheeks turning red that made her delighted.

"Alright, Dear, to answer your question. You know that their father left us, he was just 11 years old at that time. And you and Aly have only been together for almost a year. Since then, Sandro has become serious about things. But, he didn't have a bad opinion of his dad. Actually, his dad educated him because he wanted him to inherit the restaurant business he started. And that's where it started, Sandro started to focus too much on studying and training with his father. And I'm happy that his hard work paid off," Demie nodded, and somehow she knew the reason why the man always seemed serious.

"What about you, Demie? What are your plans? You just graduated, do you plan to work right away?" The woman asked Demie who was turning the pork on the barbecue grill.

"Maybe I'll rest first, Aunt. I just realized that I drowned myself too much in studying and side jobs. At least before I'll start finding a job, I want to be stress-free. And me, spending my Christmas and birthday here with your family, is a great start. It's tiring to celebrate Christmas and my birthday alone," Demie said, laughing. Her friends can't come even though it's her birthday, because they also have families. And Demie has no relatives there to spend her special day with. She was all alone when her parents left her.

"That's good, Dear. I've been inviting you every year to spend Christmas with us, but you always declined because you prioritize work and your studies. So I've been wondering too, do you have your love life?" The woman even gossiped to Demie who laughed weakly and shook her head.

"I've got a dating life, but that's all. I haven't really had a serious relationship. I don't know, Aunt Kareen," Demie laughed in response. While Alastair heard what they're talking about because he's just on their side and was also seriously grilling to hear what Demie said.

"Is what I heard right? Demie is still no boyfriend since birth? Then that means, I'm the gift for you, Demie, to change that status," Alastair replied once more winking at Demie who laughed at the latter. His mother raised an eyebrow, preferring Sandro for Demie.

"Really, Aly. Don't tell me, you still have a crush on me until now?" Demie joked that Sandro heard and became interested in what they were talking about.

"What crush? That's outdated, hey, I already love you now!" Alastair, on the other hand, was adamant that he made the tone a joke, even though what he said was true. Sandro frowned at what he heard as if he didn't like what he heard from his brother. He suddenly wants to mark Demie. He only wants her for him. Only for him.

"Aren't you done there yet?" Alessandro suddenly interrupted while he's already behind, so the latter was slightly distracted when he spoke near her. Her back hit the man's chest, and Sandro suddenly grabbed her by the waist.

The warmth of his hand suddenly travels to Demie's body. There was the feeling again as if her body was heating up. So, Demie immediately broke away with Sandro, whose jaw's tightening at the moment. And also his jeans, just by touching her hips through the thin fabric, is enough for him to make him hard. 'This is really bad. This woman is mine. She's not going anywhere, nor to my brother. She's mine,' Sandro mentally said, after he got back to his seat.

While Demie at that moment, she can feel the stare of the man that is driving her crazy. This is bad for her. The thought of giving her cherry to Alastair is fading. But, she won't change it. She doesn't know Sandro's status. At his age, he may have a girlfriend. So she will not change her mind.

After beyond grilling time, they are finally done. They've got a variety of meat that they grilled. They also took food that Sandro had cooked earlier for pickling. Chicken wings with honey spicy bbq sauce and a variety of meat grilled bbq are on the table. Sandro and Demie are seated side by side, Alastair and his mother are opposite them.

They spent the time until midnight, drinking, eating, and talking. Demie did all her best to stay sober for what she would plan later. They drank little by little because they would even meet Demie's Christmas and birthday. But Demie, having a low alcohol tolerance, was already hit just before midnight.

Demie and her aunt Kareen were left in the pool area around midnight. Sandro and Alastair went to the kitchen to get the foods and gifts they have for Demie. Even though Demie was a bit drunk, she was still thinking well.

Fireworks display and the sounds of plastic horns filled the subdivision when the clock turns twelve. And at the same time, Alastair and his mother shouted loudly.

"Happy birthday, Demie! And Merry Christmas!" both said in unison. So, Demie looked at the door where there was Alastair who's holding 3 gift boxes, and Sandro who's holding the cake.

Demie couldn't stop her lips from smiling so wide, she was surprised. Demie stood up when she approached Alastair, she was singing happy birthday, so was the two men's mother. While Sandro is just standing on the side, just on his signature half-smile.

"Oh my, thank you! I didn't expect this," Demie beamed, smiling from ear to ear. She then closed her eyes and thanked God for everything. "Merry Christmas everyone!" Demie greeted them after she blew the candle. The look on Demie's face is priceless. She never celebrated Christmas and her birthday like this before. This is truly the start of spicing up her life, just what she planned. And the first part will end later.

They continue the double celebration, but Kareen says goodbye to them, first. Being old is worry some. And they understood that. So, the three who were drinking were left - ah, only Alastair and Demie. Sandro was just there on the side watching as if an eagle was watching for its food later.

But Sandro was sent away when someone called him, leaving Demie and Alastair behind. Alcohol was really affecting Demie at those times, so she had to carry out her plan. Even before she was finally knocked out. Demie was about to stand up so that she could approach Alastair when he suddenly stood up.

"Wait a minute, Demie, I'll just go to the comfort room for a minute," Alastair said goodbye to her, so Demie sat down again and followed Alastair's gaze. Demie took another deep breath before standing up and thinking of starting her plan.

She made her way through the living room, then walked up the stairs. She thought of going first to Alastair's room. She will surprise him.

Demie remembered that Sandro had come out of the last room earlier. So, she thought that next to her room was Alastair's room. While she's on her way, Demie can't help but giggles. She's thinking that Alastair would be really surprised. But as Demie opened the door, she's the one who was surprised.

She found Sandro laying on the bed. Stroking his hard c*ck. And Demie was rooted on the floor, her mouth fell open. As her eyes glued to Sandro's pulsating c*ck.