MARRIAGE TRAP

EXAM

That trait has earned him a ruthless predicate in the business world, and despite his techniques in the bedroom by flattered women, those who dare to accuse him have no feelings.

Love, tenderness, he could feel those emotions.

She was Lyra's first lover. Gifts are rare, especially from young women in their early twenties. Romy felt the need to protect and love her, and she gave it to him, until Lyra left.

Because Romy can't give Lyra what she wants.

Not a marriage, or even a commitment.

Only love.

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Lyra's last class today was English for the twelfth grade. A class where some students choose to make things difficult for themselves. No personal problems, any teacher who teaches in this class finds that this group has no interest, bullies, and often misbehaves.

After ten minutes of being there, Lyra had to exert all her abilities to create a bit of order. The next ten minutes, he was very tempted to take immediate action and bring the five troublemakers to the principal's office.

But instead, he challenged them to make a sentence by singing rap. It worked with the previous class. It might work in this class.

"Isn't that your job?"

"It's a language lesson." Lyra replied instantly. "Show me what you can do."

"I don't know if I want to."

"No problem. Just make it like it's in the package book."

The boy glanced at Lyra, considered his options, then picked up the pen and paper, opened the package book, selected a specific page, turned the eyeball, and looked at the first sentence.

Not so with Ace, who was famous as the leader of the five children, a thin teenager with a naughty attitude to cover up his dislection. Help had been offered and Lyra had approached her directly to discuss this, offering to consult with her parents, but the child opposed and denied it.

The fact that Lyra knew about Ace's dyslexia made her a target for the boy, and as a form of self-defense she made sure to make Lyra's life in class as difficult as possible.

"You better stop that." Lyra's voice contained a tone that promised to take action, and Ace only grinned.

"What do you want to do? Punishing me?"

"Why should I do what you want?"

"Because then I can get out of this hell."

Lyra calmly raised her eyebrows. "Towards a one-way ticket to the police station, then to the prison?"

"I'm gonna get a place to live, a room three meters in size, and get a tattoo."

Not to mention the ruthless criminals who would regard it as fresh meat.

"You want advice?" One piece of advice Lyra had to give. Yet reverse psychology occasionally works when others don't. "You make your own choices, Ace." he said slowly in the hope that the advice would sink in.

At least the boy did not stand up and squander out.

Instead, he harbors his anger until the buzzing that doubles the end of the school, and as the students rush out, Ace makes sure he's out last, moving closer to where Lyra is standing.

For a moment he just stared at Lyra sharply, then deliberately bumped into Lyra's shoulder until she fell to the floor, and added the insult with a laugh as she walked towards the door.

Goddamn bum.

Lyra stood up, straightened her clothes by hand, grimaced slightly as she put the tasks on it, and quickly checked the desks before heading to the teacher's scheduled meeting room.

That meeting will take time and ensure Lyra struggles amidst the peak of congestion on her way home.

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