MARRIAGE TRAP

HONEYMOON #2

Three years in my heart. Of course Eomy was with another woman. A lot, then what if he didn't bring one of them here. It's not important.

The waiter delivered their te, asked if they ordered another, and when they refused the waiter simply smiled politely, took note of their suite room and returned to the cafe.

"Isn't it time we talked about the state of affairs, the global economy, or the latest takeover by your company?" hatch Lyra and see Romy's mouth smiling amusedly.

"Short or long version?"

"Anything as long as you don't put me to sleep."

"We can talk about your day."

"It's better not."

"Is there a problem?"

Nothing specialOnly a small distraction won't go away. "It takes a long time for a new teacher to be accepted by his students."

Romy caught the fatigue in Lyra's voice, her pale face and the black shadow under her eyes that was only slightly diminished by a brief sleep during the trip.

Romy stands. "Let's go."

For a moment he caught Lyra's doubt, then vanished. "I'm fine."

Doubtful, thought Romy ignoring the woman's protest.

Lyra's tension increased by a few points upon entering their suite. He took off his earrings, watch and bracelet, then took out a cotton shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.

Not beautiful at all, Lyra admitted as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and told herself that she did not care at all.

Lyra closed her eyes, then opened them again.

It's time to face her husband, and whatever will happen tonight.

Romy was not in bed. Or take off his clothes. Instead the man sat at a small table in front of the laptop.

Romy looked up and saw shock in Lyra's eyes. "Sleep, I won't be long."

"You're giving me freedom?"

Look Romy's eyes darken. "You want me to change my mind?"

Don't say anything, Lyra reminded herself inwardly. Go sneak back into the cozy big bed, be prepared, close your eyes, and sleep if you can.

But the scent of fragrant bed linen, a soft pillow, was the last thing he remembered, and he did not realize Romy saw it in an instant was already sleepy, or that he did not tremble as the man slipped beside him on the other side of the bed.

Lyra awakens to the smell of hot coffee, then stretches her body, not recognizing where she is for a few seconds until her consciousness rises.

Along with that comes the desire to find out if he is alone in bed.

"Breakfast has just arrived."

Romy looked at Lyra's shocked gaze and observed her unraveling hair, a nightgown slumping low over one of her shoulders, and watched as the woman regained her senses and quickly raised her hand to tidy it up.

"You slept well."

Did ya? It was clear from the blanket that he did not sleep alone. Are they...? Surely he will know. Which raises questions.

"No."

A red hue crept on her cheek, and Lyra rolled her eyes to self-deprecate.

Romy looked fresh in chinos and shirts and sneakers. Relaxed. How'd he do it?

Lyra suddenly realized that her appearance was messy, having to go to the bathroom.

"It's not like I've never seen you in an unclothed state." commented Romy casually and amusedly, and Lyra picked up a pillow and threw it at the man.

"At least you can give me a little privacy."

"If you want to play around..."

Lyra escaped and a red hue crept on her cheek as she heard Romy chuckle softly.

He lit a shower, applied Hotel shampoo to his hair, and took a long shower before wrapping his body in a towel coat that was several numbers larger in size before reappearing into the bedroom.

"I ordered more breakfast to get you here."

Lyra approached the table and lifted the food cover from the plate, saw that there was more food than she could eat, then shook her head. "There's enough food here." He sat down and took some pancakes, chewed them, then sliced the eggs with a knife.

Put the hot coffee into the cup, add sugar, and bring the cup and coasters to the table.

"I think I'm gonna wait for a horse while you're playing golf" Lyra said as she looked through the brochure.