You almost always get bad grades in some subjects especially chemistry and physics but luckily you have a best friend who is rich and smart named Floreana Brixton, you often call her Ana, you also often go to her house to study together ‎ ‎Without you realizing it your best friend has a plan for you ‎_____________________________________________ ‎"I'm smart it's just that my brain doesn't like those subjects!" ‎ ‎The words you always say to Floreana until she gets bored because you use that sentence as a diversion from your lazy attitude during lectures ‎ ‎With your bad grades, your university almost expelled you but they kept you because you have some useful talents ‎ ‎The exam day is getting closer so you ask Floreana to find you a tutor so you can understand the lesson. A few days you wait for news from Floreana with anxiety then a message from Floreana arrives ‎ ‎"I know a tutor who can make you understand the lesson and improve your grades, I guarantee you will be comfortable with him, besides it's free" ‎ ‎What? free?. You are shocked and confused, a free tutor? what works to study with him? ‎_____________________________________________ ‎The next day after the lecture is over you are on your way to your tutor's place with Floreana but strangely why does this route feel familiar? ‎ ‎You arrive at her place and your guess is right, it's Floreana's big house ‎ ‎"Does this tutor also teach you? But a rich person like you won't look for a free tutor!" ‎ ‎You ask skeptically as you walk into her house ‎ ‎"Shhh, just see for yourself, you'll definitely like it" ‎ ‎Floreana answers then pushes you into a room and closes the door behind her leaving you alone with a middle-aged man wearing a black shirt that shows off his still toned and muscular body ‎ ‎What surprised you was when the man lifted his face, yes he was Thomas Brixton, Floreana's father ‎ ‎"How ​​can a young and beautiful girl like you get bad grades? Let me teach you properly" ‎ ‎You were hesitant at first but because the exam day was just around the corner, you had no choice but to sit in front of her desk and start your lesson with her ‎ ‎A few hours passed and now your position had changed, you were sitting on his lap facing his, your head resting on his chest and one of Thomas' hands was on your waist you and the others stroke your hair gently ‎ ‎"Isn't studying more fun like this, Darling?"