She felt the bed and watched him remove her shoes. He didn't answer her question which is quite odd. He usually answered. Maybe it's just odd but Cyra wanted something from him. And he wanted him to give it to her. 

"Tucker," 

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"Lady Cyra," Tucker gently took out her shoes from her feet. "I will set up your clothes so you can change." 

 He went to the shoe rack and put her shoes neatly. He went back to the closet and opened it. He took out her pajamas and turned to her. She slipped off from bed. She reached the zipper at her back and pulled it down. He turned back from her. She reached for the pair of pajamas and put them on. 

"You know, I can date you if I want?" Cyra said.

"Hmm, I think that's not what you want." 

"You don't know what I want," Cyra smirked as she climbed up the bed. 

"You are drunk." He turned to her and he picked up the dress and put it on the laundry basket. ��Do you need anything?" 

"Water." 

 He approached the mini-fridge and took out a bottle of water. He opened the cap and strode fast to her. She took it and swig the water into her mouth. She finished half of it and put it on the side table. 

"Anything else?" 

"Yes," She answered. He waited for her to speak about whatever she wanted. She grabbed his coat and wrestled him on the bed. She straddled him and cornered him with her arms. 

"Lady Cyra," He called her calmly. "You can't rape me." 

"Why not?" She smirked. 

"Do that when you are sober." 

 She chuckled and traced her fingertips to his nose. 

"You know that I can take advantage of you even though I'm drunk." She sounded sexy and all. Tucker remained professional as he pushed himself up and he held her back and gently lay her down to her bed. She pulled his nape. "If I told you to kiss me, would you do that?" 

 He smiled at her and scooped her cheek. 

"You know that I can only obey you." He planted his lips to hers. 

 Cyra didn't expect that to happen. She stared into his eyes for a while. 

"So, you are willing to do other things that I wanted?" 

"Yes, if that's what you wanted. But if you are sober, we might do whatever you wish." He kissed her forehead and pulled her hand from his nape and gently put it down. "Good night, Lady Cyra." 

 Cyra closed her eyes. Butler Samson pulled the duvet and covered it to her. He stared at her beauty for a while and he bent down and kissed her forehead. He checked the balcony door and the windows. Then he left as he closed the door gently behind him. He went directly to his room which is just next to her. 

 Lady Cyra is the best client that he ever had. She gave him a big bonus and all. And just a while ago, he immediately had 2.2 million dollars since she won the poker. Also, she told him to pick a good suit for him. He doesn't sleep at the Butler's Quarter even when he's in her parent's house. He slept in the guest room. Although he wanted to retire to take care of the farm, he couldn't because of Lady Cyra. She's fun and she's kind but she rarely showed it to strangers or people around her. 

 He didn't want money or the salary anymore. In fact, Lady Cyra grows in his heart as days, weeks, and months pass. He removed his coat and put it on the hanger neatly. A soft knock on the door caught his attention. He walked toward the door and opened it. She looked down at Lady Wynter. 

"What can I do for you, Lady Wynter?" 

"Well, I was just wondering if you could help me with something." 

"Sure," He opened the door wide for her. Wynter entered with materials. 

"I know that Christmas is in a few days," She sighed. "I especially packed gifts for my parents and sisters but I don't have time because of what happened back in the vacation villa. I hope that you aren't that tired to help me?" 

"Not at all." He said and took her materials and put them on the table. "You brought this all by yourself?" 

"Yes." She nodded. "They aren't that cheap compared to the things that they gave to me. I mean, I have my allowance but I have to save money." 

"It's the thought that counts." Butler Samson said. She nodded her head to agree with him. 

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 Esme watched as the boys kept on dancing for their Christmas performance. The boys from EPUA seemed to like the strip dancing and feminine type of dance to have fun. It's already one in the morning and she's sleepy but they have to polish a few steps. Mason couldn't dance at the moment and chose to stay in his room than seeing the boys strip in front of him. 

"This last one and we are out," Esme said and played the music. Laurence and the triplets came out first and started shaking their booty. They never fail on making her laugh but since she saw it more than ten times, she could only hold her laugh. 

 It takes twenty minutes to end and the boys lousily dragged their bodies out of the ballroom. Laurence approached her and patted her head. 

"Do you want some late-night snacks?" 

"Sure." She shrugged. He put his shirt on and wiped his sweats. He threw his arm around her like he usually does. "You guys are stressful, fooling around." 

 Laurence chuckled and kissed her head. 

"But you enjoy it." He grinned. 

"I do." She nodded. He put his hand down and they went to the kitchen. The other boys are also there to eat and since Esme is their little Princess, they help in preparing foods for her. They enjoyed the pancake and milk. 

"So, the two of you aren't siblings." Raoul Lawson asked. 

"We are… in papers," Laurence said. 

"Oh, not by blood?" Alexander Lawson asked. 

"Yes, not by blood." 

"Nice," Tyron said. "I think dad could use another daughter." He looked at Alexander and smirked. 

"Oh, geez! Dad is teasing me. Besides, I have a girlfriend and she's good in bed…" He smirked. 

"You don't have a girlfriend. " Raoul said that makes everyone laugh. 

"Don't tell me that the girlfriend you are talking about is your hand?" Laurence asked and everyone burst into laughter. Some spilled their glasses. 

 Esme nudged Laurence and he covered Esme's ears as they started talking about how their girlfriend does it with them in exchange for a luxury bag or shoes. Some of their girlfriends only wanted their attention or a date so they could claim lovemaking. 

 After the food, Esme left and went to her room. She took a hot bath in the bathtub and stayed there for minutes. She heard the door opened. She stood from the bathtub and took the towel and wrapped it around her body. She came out from the bathroom and saw Laurence closing the curtains locking a few things and he turned to her and smiled. Her heart melted. He strode fast to her, scooped her face, and kissed her passionately. She tiptoed letting the towel fall on the floor as her arms wrapped around his nape. 

"Hmm," She moaned as Laurence picked her up and took her to bed. "How about mom and dad?" 

"They are sleeping." 

"And Rosie and Zayne?" 

"They are sleeping." He sighed and stared at her face for a while. "It's hard to pretend." 

"I know." She pressed her lips and caressed her fingers to his chest. "I can't wait to graduate so we could tell mom and dad about us." 

"Don't worry, I will tell them when we are ready." 

"Thank you." She kissed his lips. "Can we do it again?" 

"Of course," He kissed her nose. "Don't worry about anything else." 

"I want to make love to you now." 

 Laurence gave what she wanted and they cuddled each other. She fell asleep quickly. He affectionately kissed her forehead as he pulled the sheet to her shoulder. Laurence just loves her so much and although he's sleepy, he couldn't leave the bed. He didn't want to sleep without her but he has no choice. He gently slipped off from her embrace and from the bed. He went to her wardrobe and took out her pajamas. He put it on her. He picked the towel on the floor and put it on the laundry basket. 

 He gave her a kiss on her forehead and he opened the door and peeked outside. He checked if others are in the corridor. He quickly came out, closed the door, and went to his room. He climbed to his bed and hugged his pillow. He didn't know how long he's going to wait to keep his relationship from everyone else. Although Zendaya knew, he was still nervous about it.