Christian traces kisses on her shoulder down to her waist sides to her hipbone. He caressed her abdomen and he sat up and smacked her bare butt. She moaned.

"Get up!"

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"I don't want to." She mumbled. She lay on her back and reached his hand. "Christian,"

"Hmm?" He bent down and kissed her nose.

"Can we last long?"

"Yeah, let's not measure it on how to last long." He gathered her into his arms. "I just want to stay with you at every hour and every day…"

"I want to marry you."

Christian froze for a while and then he thought about it. Dmitri told him that he needed to work double to give Demi a mansion and if he couldn't afford butlers and maid, he would serve her. He surely wanted that and he's not that type of guy who would give up someone that he cared and loved and treasured. He is sure to himself that Demi is for her and if they aren't for each other, he would still protect her, serve her, and admire her for a distance.

Demi is too young for him, but he can wait and if she falls in love with someone else, he will give her up as long as she's happy. He kissed her forehead that he always wanted to do.

"Then, I need to work double."

"You don't need to. I am rich." She knelt on the mattress and pushed him down and straddle him. "I don't need money, Christian. I just want you, a normal life."

"Don't you want to be the heiress?"

"I am the heiress. But somehow, I just want some challenge and some adventure and actions…" She snuggled to his chest.

"I'll support you on whatever you wanted." Christian kissed her nose. "Let's get up and get ready your sexy bikini for our Bahamas today."

"Even though I prepare my sexy bikinis you'll still cover me with a winter jacket." She frowned at him. He laughed and sat up.

"I love you in a bikini, but I don't like men checking you out." He caressed her chest.

"Well, I have to check out my bikinis." She kissed his lips.

Christian smiled and admire her walked to her closet to take out her suitcase and clothes.

"I couldn't find a good bikini."

"We can buy in the Bahamas."

"Yeah, you'll probably buy something shabby." She said and rolled her eyes.

"I'll let you choose."

She stopped and turned to him with a grin.

****

Timothy woke up early to do his work-out routine and since he's not in his house, he's only wearing boxer shorts and do that routine on Zendaya's mini-balcony. He looked at the garden to find Zendaya's parents doing tai-chi. He went back inside and took a fresh towel as he wiped off his sweats. He turned off the air conditioner and approached Zendaya. Still sleeping and probably tired from last night.

"Hey," He caressed her hair. He sat down and stared at her for a while. Yeah, he's been doing that. She's just beautiful and she looked so much like a girl that he saw when he was just ten years old. It's weird because it's a dream and everything felt like déjà vu.

She opened her eyes and she looked at him, sweaty. She sat up and grinned at him.

"Let's take a shower together."

"I think I need something to drink. You worked me out last night and my throat is dry from all of the screamings."

He laughed from what she said, and he stood and took out a bottle of water on top of the bedside table where snacks and drinks are. He gave it to her, and she sipped on it and sighed. She drank more as she looked at his body.

"Hmm, nice pecs." She mumbled. He crawled over the bed and took her hand and place it to his chest where his tattoo is located. "I also love your abdominal." She bent down and licked the line. He gently pushed her, and he removed his boxer shorts.

He carried her to the bathroom where he readied a hot bath full of bubbles.

"Make love to me, first." She grinned.

He closed the door and he pulled her, lifting her from the floor and pinned her on the wall. She raised her legs and wrapped it around him. He reached between her and she's already wet with her moist. He shoved himself inside her and damn it, she's so tight. Zendaya bit her lip and watched him slowly thrust his eyes on her, watching each expression that she's showing.

****

Scrub, scrub, scrub. He kept scrubbing her back and then her body gently and massaged her head with the shampoo.

"This is good." She mumbled.

She faced him and stared at his tattoo for a while.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it."

"You keep staring at it." He took the hand shower and told her to close her eyes as he rinsed her hair carefully. A loud knock on the door makes them stop.

"Zendaya! Timothy! We need to talk. Get down to the family room." Zachary shouted.

They didn't respond. Instead, Timothy stood, and he told her to stand so he could rinse her, body. Then he smacked her butt and told her to move quickly. She showed her tongue to him as she reached her robe and wrapped it around. She took a towel to wring her hair.

****

Zachary crossed his arms as he sat beside his wife who is busy with checking her emails. He sighed.

"Our daughter is having sex with her boyfriend."

"Let her be. I also did that. I seduce the hot guy first to make love to me."

"What if he wouldn't marry her?" He asked again.

"The guy that took my virginity didn't marry me." She said. Zachary frowned at her.

"Are you serious, right now?"

"I am. Good thing that I found a replacement." She smirked.

Zachary pillow over her lap and sighed.

"I feel depressed right now." He mumbled as he stared at nowhere. Her daughter came down and she sat on the space just in front of his stomach and she kissed him and hugged him. "What did you do with your boyfriend?"

"I miss him, so, I make love with him." She kissed his cheeks.

"Go away." He pushed Zendaya.

"Dad!" She smacked his arm.

"Go away! You don't need us anymore." He said coldly pushed her and then, he turned his back from her as she fell on the carpet with a grunt and hugged his wife's waist and shove his face to her stomach.

"Mom," Zendaya looked up at her.

"Your dad is just sad that you wanted to be very independent." Andy winked at her. Zendaya stood.

"Okay. I won't visit you again. So, maybe I wouldn't use Pattinson anymore. Since I am the heiress, I will start using Mondragon." She told her mother.

Andy pressed her lips and Zachary sniffled.

"Dad, are you kicking me out? If you are kicking me out, Timothy said that he's going to work hard to buy a mansion for us."

Zachary sat up.

"It's fine. I still have two daughters." He said coldly and stood. She hugged him and looked up at him with sad eyes. He sighed and hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.

"Just come back home." He kissed her forehead. "If Tim makes you cry, just call me so I could peel him."

She giggled and kissed his chin.

Timothy came down wearing a white shirt since he bought a bag with him for extra clothes.

"Hi, sir." He greeted and then he walked toward Andromeda and kissed both of her cheeks. Andy nodded and then he sat beside her.

"So, I already had a plan on how to renovate the disaster walk-in closet of your daughter." He murmured. Andy chuckled.

"I bet you do. I think you are good more for organizing things."

"I already have plans for the café," He showed it to her and glanced at his girlfriend with her father talking whatever things. He planned the design using his phone while he's on the plane planning for the café.

"Oh, wow, I love it. I think you should also re-design the café in the Empire Academy."

"I can do that."

****

Demetria watched as her father have a good time with his adopted son. She felt jealous of seeing them and then her brothers are also closed to Christian. Now, she's left alone, and they looked like a family damn them.

"I think your dad likes Christian more than you." Bea teased.

"Stop it." Demi sighed. "He's more worried about what my father thinks."

"I think Christian will be a great son-in-law for Uncle D."

"Yeah, he's been trying hard and he told me that he'll be very busy after our vacation. I hate to say this, but I am already rich at a young age."

Bea leaned her cheek over her hand as her elbow propped over the parapet of the patio.

"Well, you and Zendy get laid before I and Athena." She shook her head.

Demi laughed out loud.

"I just happened to have a vision of him with me on the bed and he tells me all over again how much he loves me. I saw candles and rings. I know that he's the one."

"Hmm. How romantic?" Bea smiled thinking about it.