If her parents let her do whatever she wanted because she's an adult, then he has no choice but to let her do whatever she wanted. However, there's one thing that he wanted to tell her and he's afraid that she'll reject him. In their dinner, she cooks their breakfast as usual. And after that, she took her shower while he checked a few things around his farm through the tablet. The door opened and Cyra entered wearing one of her sexy lingerie. 

"Do you want a massage?" She asked as she approached me. 

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"Let me guess," He pulled her waist toward him and looked down at her. "Full body massage that includes my precious part?" 

 She giggled and hugged him. 

"Yeah, why not? You worked so hard." She squeezed his biceps. 

"I just spoke to your mom." He said and she looked up at him. "And you can't have sex unless you are engaged and married." He lied. He wanted to see how she reacted. She scoffed and reached his lower part that was slowly getting aroused. 

"Don't ridicule me." She smirked. "My parents knew well about you." 

"I love you." He said it frankly. 

"Can you sound more sincere?" She raised her brows. She thought that he's just playing around. He scooped her face. 

"I love you ever since Cyra." He said softly. "I like you so much and I can't hold myself around you. Do you know that there are times that I get blue balls every time your hand accidentally brushed my crotch when you fell asleep? Or every time you bump at me? Or perhaps, you are doing it on purpose?" 

 Cyra didn't expect to hear from him. She stared at him for a while. 

"Are you serious that you love me?" 

"Yes, you aren't that hard to love." 

 She didn't say anything for a while.

"So, can I get that massage?" 

"No." She said coldly and pushed him. 

"Hey, I'm not playing around." He pulled her waist closer to him. She stared at his eyes for a while and she sighed. 

"Well, I want you, Tucker. I want you to f~ck me and please me. I know that you are good at it." 

"You are still a virgin and it will hurt for the first time." 

"I know that it will hurt." She smirked at me. 

"Okay," Tucker gently caressed her hair. 

"Can we do it to the greenhouse?" She smiled sweetly. 

 Tucker put his robe on and his slippers on. She went to her room quickly and took out a small bag. They held hands together as they walked toward the Green House. Soon, they reached the greenhouse. He unlocked it and together with it the post lamps lightened together with the hanging lanterns like they were in medieval years. He held her hand and brought her on the bed. He went to the small fridge near the bed and took out a bottle of wine and two frozen glass of wine. 

 He popped it open and poured it on both glasses. He gave one to her and she thanked him. 

"So, you are going to give it to me?" She asked flirtatiously. 

"No. It'll be just massaged." He said and looked down at her chest. The beautiful bust is proportional to her body and all he could say is 'hot'. He had seen it, touched it, and tasted it. He imagined her having a baby, it'll grow more. He pulled her back close to him. "Cyra," 

"Hmm?" 

"I want to have babies with you." 

 She nearly spits the wine to him and she covered her mouth. At that moment, he wanted to smack his head for mentioning it. Cyra is just twenty-two and she'll be twenty-three in two months and the hell with his mouth. He scooped her jaw with one hand and pulled it to him a little aggressively as he kissed her passionately. He tasted the wine that she drank and he felt like he wanted to drink from her. He became a little aggressive and passionate. She nearly dropped the glass. She felt dizzy. His expertness in kissing is taking her breath away. 

"Wait," She pushed him and breathed. She looked at the glass that she held still and glared at him. "This dress is expensive and I can't let it be poured by wine." 

 He only chuckled. He took the wine from her hand and brought it to the small round table. He took the tablet and dim the lights making it more romantic. Then, soft music played. He turned to her and she lifted something. A device? 

"Isn't that a vibrator?" 

"Yeah, it's good for penetrating." She told and pressed the button. It vibrates continuously. 

"Good sound." 

"Let's try this." 

 He took it from her and turned it off. 

"Cy," 

"Hmm?" 

"If you agree to do this you have to promise me one thing." 

"And what is that?" 

"You have to promise me first." 

"I can't promise anything."

"Promise…" He frowned. 

"Okay, I promise! Then, what is it?" 

"You'll have to marry me if you get pregnant. And you can't fuck anyone else while you are fucking me." 

"Do not use that f word." She creased her brows. 

"What should I use? Lovemaking? Do you even love me?" He crossed his arms. She exhaled and rolled her eyes. 

"Okay," She agreed to him. "Besides, I'll only have one partner at a time. I don't want to get caught by STD. Don't be gross." 

 He scooped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. 

"Now, do you have lube?" 

"Yeah, I do." 

"Condom?" 

"Let's not use condoms. I am on my shot, so we can skip that one." 

"Then, I will teach you how to use that one. Do you know how to use that?"

"No." 

"Okay, lay down so I can massage you down there." 

"You serious?" She creased her brows. 

"Serious about what?"

"Doing it with me tonight." 

"Yeah. You want to back out?" 

"No!" 

"Good, then get your ass up there." 

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 She practiced every night before going to sleep to get ready for the theater. She's alone in the penthouse for a moment. Soon, a maid will come to help her around. To do her laundry and make sure that her voice will always be in a good condition. Whenever she woke up in the morning, she would drink ginger tea and then vocalize even in her bath. She promised Laurence that she's going to take the main role of The Phantom of the Opera. 

 Her doorbell rang and she went to the monitor to check it. 

"Yes?" 

"Lady Esme, your maid is here." 

"Okay," She disarmed the locked and went to the foyer to greet her. She smiled at the woman and the woman put away her bag and bow at her. 

"Lady Esme," 

"Come in, come in!" She said. "I will need to leave in two hours, so suit yourself." She said. She waved at him. "Your room will be here." She pointed to the room for her. Then, she glanced at the door where Laurence would stay if he's here. 

 She told the maid about her schedule and the maid nodded. She took out the list that her mother sent and she agreed to it. 

"I'll get ready for school." 

 She took a warm bath and dried her hair. The maid helped her up. Then, she put some nice clothes on and left. She has her driver and a bodyguard that will always check on her. Once she reached her class, her friends asked her about the party. However, she turned them down nicely. At the moment, she didn't want to party. At the moment, she wanted to succeed so she could be with him after she graduated and reached her dreams. 

"You've been distancing from us," Regina said with a sigh. "Come on, let's go to the party." 

"I can't, I'm sorry." 

"What happened to your Christmas? You didn't even greet us." 

 She froze from her question. She opened her mouth to speak. 

"I need to study." 

"Hmm, you study even during Christmas and New Year?" 

"Well, I got sick so I have to catch up on a few things." 

"Okay, I understand. But just call me if you need to unwind or something." 

"I will, thank you." Esme turned back from her friend and looked out at the building board. She went to the room where it is located and signed her name there. She waited on the bench. She looked above the theater and saw her bodyguard. He approached her and sat a few seats away from her. 

 The singers sound great, and there are Winston and his girlfriend also audition for it. More boys would be willing to do the actions. She exhaled when her name was called. She went on the stage and told her name to the director. The director looked down at her profile in a boring tune. She sure that they already have someone on the spot of Christine, but she wanted it. 

 She started singing to them, singing like how they would portray Christine. She isn't aware of how she made them mesmerized to her. 

 Far from the seats, Laurence was in disguise as he watched Esme sing.