If That Is What You Want✔

4

Lyra stripped her bed, putting on fresh sheets and pillowcases before heading to the kitchen.

Laurent washed then found her in the kitchen. She had chopped ingredients for an omelet and was pouring the egg batter into the pan.

"I mean it when I say you my woman," Laurent said in her ear wrapping Lyra in an embrace.

Yes, one of your many.

Lyra nodded then sighed hearing his phone buzz again.

Oh look there's one now.

"Are you staying for breakfast? Or do you have somewhere to be?" She asked in her strongest professional voice trying to keep her emotions from spilling over again.
Laurent kissed her cheek, "Why you ask?"
"Your phone has been vibrating in the room for the past 20 minutes." She replied moving away from him.
"How you hear that?" He headed towards his phone.
"I just can, let me know, yes or no on breakfast?" She asked finally noticing he was again only wearing a towel.
"Yes," He called from the guest room.

Lyra was flipping the first omelet when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Can you get that?" Lyra asked Laurent.
"Lau!" Larry shouted through the door.

Lyra flipped the second omelet over with a sigh then put them on plates as he beat on the door again.

"Hold on Larry." She sighed again as she walked towards the door.
"Lau!" Larry shouted again as Lyra reached the door.

Breathe, be polite, you can do this.

Lyra plastered a welcoming smile on her face before she let Larry in. She could feel the irritation rolling off of him in waves as she headed back to the kitchen.

What could have made him so irritated this early in the day?

She felt herself instantly mirroring his irritation but stopped herself from rolling her eyes.

She had to find a better way to deal with Larry. She exhaled then smiled brightly.

"Morning Larry," Lyra smiled brightly.
"Where's Lau?" Larry eyed her suspiciously.
"Guest bedroom. Breakfast?" Lyra offered sounding almost motherly.
She smiled and waited but Larry didn't answer.
"Something to drink? I don't have coffee but I have tea, soda, juice, milk and bottled water."

I was trying to be nice, but his manners are worse than a mongrel. No, he will not make me stoop to his level.

Lyra wanted to knock some manners into him but maintained her smile. He flopped down in a chair at her dining room table.

Fucker speaks one and a half languages but can't manage to a simple grunt or head gesture.

Lyra handed Larry a plate and a glass of juice, placing utensils on the side of the plate.

"Toast?" She continued smiling warmly.
"What wrong with you?" Larry gave her a suspicious look.
"I hoped if you put something on your stomach your mood may improve." Lyra replied sweetly placing toast on his plate.
"Stop! Is weird." Larry said looking suspiciously at the food. Lyra leaned closer to him. "You can shut up and eat or I can tie you up outside and your brother can collect you on the way out. Your choice, Fido." She sneered then straightened up, affixed her warmest
smile to her face then set Laurent's plate on the table.

Laurent was eating when Larry commented the food was barely edible, but she knew better. She saw his surprised expression when he took his first bite and watched him quickly clean his plate.

"Did you have enough to eat?" Lyra continued treating Larry sweetly as he downed his juice.
"Yeah, thanks." Larry replied indifferently.
"My pleasure," Lyra smiled before gathering the dishes to put in the kitchen.