MARRIAGE TRAP

VISITATION #1

Being together was not a problem, Lyra decided at breakfast, but she felt she needed time to be alone, and moreover, she had to add the contents of her wardrobe, especially the evening dress.

Romy did not mind at all when Lyra informed him of her plan.

"I have to check the data for preparation for a short trip to Singapore."

Lyra's eyes widened slightly. "When did you go?"

"Tomorrow morning." Romy's wide lips smiled small. "Do you mind?"

"No, of course not."

Lyra left at about eleven and did not return until five, feeling elated to get two pieces of the dress at the sale price.

It was late when she got into bed, and she was in control when Romy pulled her closer. It was he who insisted on determining speed, stroking the rough scar on Romy's body. The scar came from amateur surgery near the man's hip. And Romy saw a raucous groan as Lyra traced it to the base of her body and carefully swept her lips.

Then Lyra flinched as Romy rolled over and held her under the man's body. Romy smothered Lyra's mouth with her mouth, her dark eyes watching Lyra shatter into pieces.

Lyra was awakened by a light touch on her cheek, faintly muttering, then rolling over and submerging her head under the pillow.

It was still dark, it was still too early and he had to sleep.

She faintly felt Romy's presence, the sound of a click on the door of the room as the man left, before returning to a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the sun broke through the window of the room, and he only needed to glance at the fleeting clock before running into the bathroom.

Mondays. Damn, school day.

Lyra had no breakfast. He took the banana yogurt, and coffee to bring, then hurriedly lit up Sarah "Hello." who quickly followed "See you later." with a wry feeling as she almost ran towards the garage.

It's amazing how congestion has increased by leaving fifteen minutes later than usual. If there was a good side, the traffic jam gave him the opportunity to eat breakfast he brought to several stops at the intersection on his way to the northern suburbs.

Arrival at the school coincides with the buzzer announcing the first class in the morning. The morning, fortunately, continued well.

There's little time to think about the night before or Romy's great romance. Only, very good. Damn, he was almost willing to swear he could still feel the scars left from Romy's mastery of his body. As for the response, it was better if he did not think about it. Wild, naughty, her moans, is that her voice?

During the afternoon break between the two classes Lyra saw another note between the homework given in the morning.

Again, he checked each word if there was any hidden intent and did not find it. The only factor of concern is the absence of a name, only the grateful student. And that means anyone he teaches in English class.

He called Sarah and told her not to prepare dinner.

It was almost five o'clock when Lyra used the spare key to enter her apartment.

"Hey. I'm...." Lyra almost said go home, but immediately replaced it at the last moment with "It's over."

He went to the kitchen and placed two bags of groceries on the table, then began to take out the contents when his father came in.

"Lyra, honey how are you?"

Lyra turned to her father with a smile and leaned over to receive a brief peck on the cheek.

His father looked different, more relaxed, and the dark circles under his eyes were no longer there. The look on his frightened eyes the previous few weeks had also vanished.

"It's fun" his father praised as Lyra swiftly pulled out a cake and a drink.

"I hope you're hungry." Lyra put the cheesecake brought into the refrigerator to be cooled. Next he put the ingredients of the salad to clean and add sauce to soak the meat.

"Efficient and generous." Dad added. "You don't have to bother."

Lyra looked at him amusedly, "Steak and salad are not a hassle."

"You want a cup of tea? I'll make it, okay?"

"Later on," Lyra proposes "I'll finish preparing dinner at six, then we can relax. Dad agrees?"

"Well, I had lunch earlier."

Lyra put the extra groceries she bought into the closet and heard me protest, "You don't have to do that."

"Dad turned down my help, while dad paid for my college and when I went a year abroad?"

"Obligations as a parent." His expression seemed stiff. "Something you've paid a thousand times over."

Lyra stared back at him, "By marrying Romy to save dad from prison?" he managed to answer casually and even smiled amusedly.