MARRIAGE TRAP

VISITATION #2

"He's rich, I live in a beautiful mansion and mingle with the elite."

His father made an indifferent gesture. "None of those things are important to you."

That's right, Lyra admitted in her heart. Treasure and status meant little to him. It is compassion, sympathy, and passion that make them interested in people, regardless of their status.

"Did he treat you well?"

The questions are burdensome, if so, and Lyra does not refuse. "Yes." he was honest. All the emotional upheaval that arises entirely is his own action.

"I got your promise for it."

Lyra returned her father's sharp gaze calmly. "Yes." Yeah." Romy may know no mercy in business dealings, but demeaning or treating women badly is not the man's custom.

They had to change topics, Lyra pointed to the dining room next door. "How about you set up a table, then bring a drink and set it on the table?"

For a minute Lyra thought her father would insist on asking personal questions, but the man only hesitated for a moment before agreeing to her proposal.

Lyra was comfortable in this apartment and it was nice to be free to be in control in the kitchen. He put the bread in the oven to warm it up, finished the preparation for the salad and then heated the pan to cook the meat.

"Maybe a glass of drink while waiting."

Dad took two glasses, filled them and handed the glass to Lyra.

"Mmm, good." Lyra put her glass down as she cooked the meat.

Tasty becomes a word that is often used when they enjoy food, delicious drinks, and conversation.

Glad to know his father seems to be planning to spend his time well, walk early in the morning, surf the internet, and maintain a good relationship with a few friends who are still loyal beside him.

Lyra began to serve ripe food at the table and they began to eat while having a light conversation reminiscing about the good times when her mother was still there.

When finished he began to pile dishes and cutlery, then take them to the dishwasher. "You want daddy's coffee? I'll pass it while washing the dishes. Go to the sitting room, and I'll bring it when it's ready."

Because of the relaxed atmosphere and full stomach Lyra felt sleepy and did not succeed in getting rid of with coffee, and imagined sleeping alone in the large house of Romy only slightly attracted his interest.

"Do you mind if I stay the night?" it was late at night, almost eleven o'clock, and the shadow curled up on the sofa greatly aroused his interest.

"Do you have to ask? I'll get you some sheets and a blanket." His father announced and immediately took him.

"I'll send a message to Sarah

" it was late, but the housekeeper was about to receive his message tomorrow morning.

But his phone kept buzzing to keep him awake. Who calls him at a clock like this? Not Sarah, Lyra concluded as she searched around in her bag and pulled out the phone, matrixed the caller's identity, and felt her stomach turn upside down.

Romy.

The moment his brain wildly thought through the various scenarios that flashed through his mind, the longer it got worse as he received the call.

"Hi."

"Where are you?" Romy's tone of voice was delicate and dangerous to the point of making Lyra's stomach shiver.

"Hi too."

"Liara!"

How can a single word contain a deadly warning? Lyra felt a desire to fight him. "While out," he replied calmly "In the nightclub with friends."

The silence that followed the next few seconds was so full of meaning. "Thank God I was thousands of kilometers away." said Romy with a frightening tenderness, and Lyra deliberately lowered her voice.

"So are you. The temptation to hit you will be impossible to resist."

"Be careful, baby."

"Ah." Lyra lowered her voice into a seductive groan. "You miss me?"

"Very brave if it's far away." mocked Romy "A few more days and I'll be home."

"That's fast."

"Stop joking."

"As information to you" said Lyra softly. "I cooked dinner for my father in the apartment, we had coffee, and I decided to stay the night. I sent a pesa to Sarah."

"In the future, give me the news."

Romy's tone of voice is still smooth, as is his accent.

"Instead," Lyra imitated sweetly. "Give me detailed information about where you are and with whom. Twenty-four hours a day," he added with great emphasis. "Good night."

As she disconnected, Lyra almost swore to hear the man chuckle.