Chelsea felt offended and she pulled the sheet and covered her body. She ran to the bathroom and started crying. She did everything to seduce him but maybe, she just looked like a little girl toward him. In the corner of the bathroom, she cried like a baby while Mason back in the bed called her and he reached for the elastic band and pulled it as it breaks. He opened the drawer to search for the key. He removed the cuffs and Chelsea kept crying in the bathroom. He knocked on the door.
"Babe, I'm sorry."
"Go away!" She shouted and hugged herself. Mason squeezed the door. Well, she forgot to lock it. He entered and scooped her from the floor and took her to bed.
"Stop crying." He sat on the bed and put her on his lap. He wiped her tears and kissed her lips. "We can't do this until the wedding."
"There's no wedding!" She scolded him and looked away.
Mason exhaled. He's so damn hard a while ago by just looking at her. Now, his s.p.e.r.m cells are taking suicide because she is crying. He guessed that he had to do it just to make her feel better. He removed the sheet that is covering her body. He lay her down and kissed her lips passionately.
"Stop crying, okay?" He kissed her down to her neck. "Let me see that beauty." He said s.e.xily. He uncovered her and shoved his face to her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.ts. She sighed and stopped crying. She squeezed her legs tightly. "Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked as he licked her right n.i.p.p.l.e over the small fabric that covers it. She nodded at him shyly. He grinned at her and removed the strings. "Alright then."
Mason licked her supple porcelain skin and kissed every inch of it. He enjoyed her full b.r.e.a.s.ts that she always covered with a conservative dress. He went down and enjoyed her next there. He watched as she m.o.a.ned aloud.
"Mason!" She shouted at him when he ripped that bad bikini that she wore. He held her legs still and enjoyed her. Then, he removed his shirt and his PJ pants. He's been having a hard time the moment she came out from the bathroom. Okay, so he's going to do this. He's twenty-nine years old and he needed to get married. If he would get married, he would choose her. He opened the drawer where he found the lubricant. "Quickly," She demanded.
"Okay…" He said softly.
Lovemaking is good. He had it inside her. Now, he's worried that he'll i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.e her and her mother will beat him up if he did before the wedding. She was lying over him tired from it. He kissed her top head and listened to the couple on the television who continued doing it.
"Chels, your mom is going to kill us."
"Hmm, why?"
"I didn't use a condom."
"I had my shot last week." She said and rubbed herself to him.
"Don't move." He said softly. "My lower part will bite you."
She giggled and looked up at him. She reached him down there and he hissed.
"Chels, I told you not to." He rolled over her and admired her beauty. "You are more beautiful when n.a.k.e.d."
"Then, I shouldn't worry about dressing up every day." She smirked.
"Hey, not in front of everyone." He kissed her lips. "I will ready a hot bath, so we can start again."
"Let's start now." She pouted at him.
He chuckled and kissed her lips.
"Darling, you have to wait for a little more."
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Cyra was watching a movie when Butler Samson entered her room. She smirked and sipped on her wine gracefully.
"Do you need anything else before I leave?" He asked.
"Yes," She answered and Butler Samson waited patiently. "I want you to strip your clothes off and so you can do mine."
"Lady Cyra, that's very inappropriate."
Cyra laughed and shook her head.
"That's my command."
He approached her and kissed her lips.
"Go to sleep," He said softly. "I only have until tomorrow to be here."
"Oh, sod off." She rolled her eyes. "Kiss me more."
He kissed her forehead.
"Good night."
Cyra smirked.
"Coward." She mumbled.
"I'm not a coward. I'm just being a gentleman towards you, Lady Cyra."
She exhaled.
"Whatever."
"It's better if you sleep now."
"Do you want to watch me sleep?"
"Yes, I do. But, tonight won't do. I only have two days with you."
"Okay, keep counting." She waved at him. "You are dismissed."
"Thank you."
Soon as Butler Samson left, Cyra finished her wine and climbed on the bed, and crawled to the pillows. She lay down and stared at the lampshade that he gave to her at Christmas. It's beautiful and mesmerizing. The guy is indeed smart. She asked for a world but he gave her the galaxy. She's attracted to him. She had seen him topless many times when she's not around. She also saw him almost n.a.k.e.d when she waited in his bedroom and he wasn't aware that she was there. But the guy is hard to get. Or maybe he's playing hard to get.
She sighed and slipped off from bed. His room is just next to her. She rented a cottage with two rooms. She's sure that he's not locking his door. So, she sneaked inside and he just came out from his bathroom wearing boxers.
"Cyra!" He covered his chest. She grinned and looked at his lower part that was molded to his boxers. She ran to his bed and tuck herself there. "What are you doing?" he asked as he took his PJs and put it on. He also put his shirt on quickly.
"My room feels so cold. I need a bed warmer." She said seductively.
"Just this night." He said.
"And the following nights."
He sighed and turned off the lights. He let the lampshade on and he put barriers on the bed but she pushed it away. He didn't know how to sleep peacefully now that Cyra is beside him. She hugged him and put a pillow on his chest.
"Now that's better." She mumbled. He turned sideways and she put a pillow on his arm. She shoved her face to his chest and sighed. Cyra fell asleep quickly and he also felt like he's going to sleep quicker than he expected.
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Esme woke up with a heavy body. She went to the bathroom to pee and she felt chills and her throat seemed aching. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and gargled a mouthwash. She went back to her bed and turned off the air conditioner. She sniffled and hugged the teddy bear that Laurence gave her. At this moment, with a cold and sore throat. All she wanted was to sleep and dream of Laurence. At least in a lucid dream, she could control everything.
"Esme," a cold hand was pressed on her forehead and she opened her heavy eyelids. "You have a fever."
"Mom," She mumbled her voice hoarse.
"Oh, dear… I'm calling a doctor." Ashaya didn't want her to ever get a cough or cold. She rarely gets a cough and this time is bad for her voice. "Don't speak okay?" She said and took out the telephone to call their doctor. Esme watched as Ashaya spoke to the doctor, and then at the same time, she told the maids to bring her ginger tea together with the soup. She didn't want to eat. She just wanted to sleep.
"Does your throat feel bad?" She asked. "Just my dear." Esme nodded. Esme coughed and covered her mouth.
Percy entered Esme's room together with the maids and put his hand over her forehead.
"Your doctor will be here soon," He said.
"Drink your ginger tea,�� Ashaya said, and she sat up and leaned on the headboard. She sipped on the warm ginger tea as it ran down to her throat. She sipped on it again.
"Why did you suddenly get cold?" Ashaya asked.
"I don't know…" she said without a voice that came out.
"Okay…" She caressed her hair. "Percy, tell Zayne and Rosie not to come to Esme's room. She needed to rest more."
"Okay," Percy checked the calendar. "How about let's extend your vacation here? I can send a doctor's medical report to your school to give you a special quiz."
She shook her head.
"Well, we can't send you back to NY with a situation like that. You have to get well, as soon as possible." Percy told. She nodded at him. "Drink more ginger tea or turmeric to get back your voice." Percy left, and Ashaya took the soup to feed her. She took her tablet, and scribble there. She showed it to her.
"Did Laurence arrive in California safely?"
Ashaya smiled at her.
"Not yet, but he will. I will tell him to call you."
She nodded eagerly.
"Finish your soup. Later, your doctor will be here."
She scribbled on the tablet and showed it to her.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome, my dear."