MARRIAGE TRAP

HAEMORRHOID

Since when did I start thinking of Romy's mansion as a home? thought Lyra when her car was tormented among the vehicles that formed a long line in traffic at the crossroad. Confession that he has accepted Romy's terms unknowingly, while he is not sure that he accepts them?

It was almost six o'clock when he entered the foyer, then he headed for the kitchen and greeted Sarah, then casually headed for his master bedroom.

A long hot bath would be nice, and Lyra took off her clothes, set the water to a hot position, and stepped under the shower.

He put shampoo in his hair, and soon the rose scent he liked filled the room.

It felt good, and Lyra stretched her body to get rid of the feeling of her legs, feeling very happy because today was over.

In a moment he will enjoy a delicious meal, and then check the tasks, then maybe put a DVD to the player and relax.

A pleasant thought, Lyra thought as she used the towel to dry her moist body, rubbed her body with the towel, dried her hair, then went out into the bedroom and found Romy taking off her clothes.

Romy looked at him with warmth that made his pulse move quickly.

"It's a shame" Romy said slowly. "I just wanted to join you."

"**** in the bathroom, before dinner?"

Romy's raucous laughter almost made Lyra melt. "You don't want to?"

That's the problem, Lyra thought in her heart, feeling floated by Romy's touch, adoring what they shared together, although it became increasingly difficult to keep the passion in her body away.

It is dangerous to think too much. Analysing every word, every action of Romy, because it's almost useless.

Men, Lyra thought, were driven by their sensual pleasures, while women engaged their emotions.

Lyra threw a charming smile. "I'd rather eat, sip a cup of coffee.." He stopped and looked at Romy while pensive. "Perhaps if I have finished assessing the tasks, I will consider the matter of."

While closing the distance between them and cupping Lyra's face with both hands. "Consider, hmm?" Her lips kissed Lyra, a short, seductive kiss that made Lyra want more.

Then Romy releases Lyra and walks naked into the bathroom. A few seconds later Lyra hears water from the shower, and Romy's sturdy body shadow is all too clear in her mind as she takes off the towel and puts on jeans and makeup.

Lyra put her foot into a comfortable flat-heeled joint, added lipgloss, then casually stepped down to help Sarah set up the table.

Romy entered the dining room while Lyra was putting a plate of vegetables that smelled good on the table, and the man poured drinks.

Nice dinner, good cooking. After that they drink coffee, and Romy returns to his study while Lyra returns to the top to assess the tasks.

It took longer than Lyra had expected, and when she found the paper with the obscenities written in the thick murmurs, she just squeezed it and put it in the trash.

Ace. Sure. Everything fits expressive actions that are deliberately done to provoke it.

But it didn't work. The child wants a reaction, and ignoring the message would be more effective than giving the big punishment he could.

It was late when he heard Romy enter the room, and he looked up when the man approached him.

"How long until you're done?"

Lyra checked the list. "Two more, and I'm done."

Romy placed a hand over his shoulder, and Lyra could not help but groan faintly due to the pain.

"You hurt?"

Lyra tried to shrug her shoulders with a nonchalant expression as Romy raised her face. "I hit something."

"Bumped what?" ask Romy quietly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Where? At school? In the classroom?"

"Can you stop asking questions?" lyra protest. "I'm down. Just bruises."

Romy let go, and Lyra again turned her attention to those tasks, reading and grading them, and concentrated them on other tasks that had already been assessed.

The words were neatly printed, just like the previous letters, the content of the message was the same.

"Is this the first?".

Romy had silent gestures like a cat, a huge jungle cat, Lyra thought as the man stood looming before her.

"Lyra?"

Lyra knew Romy would not let go of this so easily, and she turned to look at him. "I've got some.Like this." he showed me the letter "Delivered between tasks."

"You kept it?"

Lyra. "It's in my bag."

"Show me."

Lyra took it and handed it to Romy, watching the man read it one by one.

"You don't know who wrote it?"

Lyra replied to her. "It could be anyone."

"Do you have any suspicions about who it is?"

An ace? It's not his handwriting, but it doesn't mean he's not included. "No."

"Have you reported it?"

"Not yet."

Romy's facial wrinkle hardened, "Report Lyra, or I'll do it."

"My territory, my problem."

"So, don't interfere?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"On condition that you'll tell me if there's a next letter."

"Yes, sir."

Romy clenched Lyra's cheek and pressed her thumb in the middle of the woman's lower lip, "If you're done, I'll examine your shoulder."

The guy was too, too close. And the temptation to bite his thumb with his teeth was unbearable.

Romy's eyes turned dark, and for a moment Lyra thought the man was planning to avenge her. However Romy just crosses the room and begins to take off her clothes, a move that destroys Lyra's concentration.

He successfully completed the assessment on the last task, then collected the papers and stored them in a bag. Then he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a sweatshirt and thin cotton night pants.

It was impossible to dodge Romy's gaze as the man examined her slightly swollen shoulders. The bruise was quite severe, and Lyra deliberately avoided Romy's gaze.

"Anything you don't tell me." said Romy slowly. "I suggest you say it, right away."

"If not, will you act decisively?"

"Withyou? No."

For a moment Lyra was speechless.