Stepmom Cold Bed
The Trap for Byan

Bali, became the city that was headed by Byan this morning. On a plane, he arrived at the airport in the afternoon. Anggoro's confidants had already greeted him at the airport and brought his luggage.

“Please young master, this side.” With a facial appearance similar to Anggoro, making Byan so easily recognizable.

He got into a luxury sedan car with the roof left open so he could enjoy the view of Bali which he had not seen for years.

The clear and cloudy sky of Bali is a pretty shady umbrella for Byan. He sat in the passenger seat, enjoying the beautiful view of the beach with its brownish white sand.

He was wearing glasses that were hanging in his pocket. This bright air made his eyes glare.

Many visitors are enjoying their time at the beach. There are swimming, sunbathing, skating, beach volleyball or just drinking water head on the beach and other activities.

“How long has the young master not been here?” asked the middle-aged man who was watching Byan. He saw the interest of Byan see the activities of tourists at home and abroad on the beach.

“Perhaps about eight or nine years.” Said Byan, as he remembered. The last time he was here was when he and his friends celebrated his twenty-second birthday.

“Wah, long enough yes...how, do you see the difference of Bali now and eight years ago?”

“Hem, very much different. There are too many resorts here and that I will sambangipun a resort. Is it true that only about twenty percent of the work is done?” asked Byan curiously.

“True sir. The resort project has been running for almost a year. It is very strategic and beautiful. The main villa faces directly to the beach while other villas face pesawahan with the best view compared to other places.”

“I am grateful that Madam Maureen insisted that this project be carried out. Because his business opportunity will be very good.”

“You know my stepmother?” Byan was curious because this man mentioned the name of his stepmother quite familiarly.

“Iya, I know him quite well.” The man turned his head for a moment and smiled at Byan.

“Before the great lord died, he used to come here two to three times in one month. The great lord deliberately sent mistress Maureen after taking over the project from Mr. Edwin's hands. According to the big master, in the hands of Mr. Edwin the construction of this resort is too slow and a lot of irregularities.”

“But after being held by Madame Maureen, the development of this resort development is so rapid. Maureen also diligently monitors development. His arithmetic is great when he is a woman.”

Byan could clearly see the admiration shown by this man towards Maureen. Byan thought, as good as that was his stepmother? Is that as bad as Edwin?

The journey is not up to an hour from the airport and now the car has turned to a resort that is being built.

“Some rooms at this resort are already functioning well and can be used. But if you want to stay somewhere else, I will prepare it.” Speak to the man before stopping the car in the parking area.

Byan does not stop. He prefers to go down immediately to see first the condition of the resort. There was already a welcoming front office ahead. The park is still under construction and several villa units are still under construction.

“How many villas are ready?” ask Byan.

They enter the resort in such a way. A woman's touch is clearly visible in this place.

“Already seven livable villas out of a total of nine villas. The other five villas are still in the process of being beautified.” The light of the man.

“What already received guests?”

“Guests from outside, not yet sir. But if from Jakarta there is an event, some staff usually use this resort. Because for resto and staff, we are ready.” The light of the man.

Byan was silent for a moment. The remaining twenty percent Maureen meant was indeed only a little more. Finishing only. Perhaps because this stage usually requires a large fee, Maureen decided that Byan would continue.

With a touch of high art, of course he can continue making this resort into something more valuable art and can be enjoyed its beauty.

“I stay here only.” Byan said in the end.

“O, good sir. Let me take you to the room mr.”

Byan walks down the resort aisle. In the middle of the area, there is a large swimming pool with different depths in several parts. The swimming pool is not filled with water but some garden lights installed are enough to illuminate this place.

Some palm tree shoots, still tied to ropes and are being planted by garden workers. Byan can estimate that this area will be quite shady.

“Vila over there, the view facing the sea lord. And the left and right sides face the pesawahan that we arranged with a swimming pool in each villa.”

The man, explaining what information Byan might need.

Byan just nodded, he took off his sunglasses as the resort area began to shade.

“Please sir, this is your villa unit.” The door of the villa was opened by the man.

“Evening will be ready at half-seven p.m. If you need anything, you can call me right away. I live across from this resort.” Guardrail resort.

“Sure.” Byan's voice is short.

After a long conversation, the resort guard left. A Byan was in his villa.

A spacious villa with a spacious bedroom, where Byan rests. He looked around the contents of the villa with a clean bathroom, mini kitchen, gathering space and of course a comfortable veranda to relax with a view that directly faces the sea. There is a pool big enough to swim and swim. This villa is suitable for couples who want quality time only alone.

Byan opened the door to the veranda, thin curtains he deliberately shifted in order to see the beach scenery is quite hot.

He sat down on the sofa and put his glasses back on. Daydream for a while while enjoying the view.

At night, the beach must look beautiful because many lights are hanging.

Filling his time, Byan approached a small refrigerator under the table. He took a soft drink and sipped it while enjoying the view.

True, Maureen said, it is a pity that this project is not continued. Just this time it felt like he agreed with the words of his stepmother.

Tired of what Byan felt, unconsciously made him fall asleep. He sleeps on the couch and still wears his glasses. Just let him be like this, enjoying his time without pressure from anywhere.

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The sound of music on the beach as if calling Byan to come. After sleeping for a long time, his body felt so light and fresh. Byan decided to take a walk to the beach that he could take on foot.

“Welcome...” Sapa a woman owner of a place of entertainment by the beach.

“You joined?” bargain while glancing at the people who are busy dancing.

“Okey, if you need anything, just call me, Isabel.” Said the woman at a very close distance.

Wearing a thin casual shirt with buttons that are deliberately opened on the top, making this man look so tempting. From the dimness of his eyes, Isabel clearly tried to seduce the handsome and fit Byan.

Byan doesn't chim in. He chose to go for a walk on the beach, enjoying the cold night air. Sculpting on the shore and letting the waves touch the bare ends of his feet.

“Akh!” a woman suddenly hit him. Doused Byan's sturdy arm with the drink in his hand.

“Gosh, sorry...” Said the woman regretfully. Byan turned his head in annoyance, interrupting him.

“Let me clean.” He said as he took off the scarf that was coiled around his neck. Watching his neck straight and white.

“No need, I just need to wash my hands.” Reject Byan while pulling distance from the sexy-clothed woman.

“Okay, sorry yaa. I was in a hurry because there was a prankster chasing me.” The woman looked back as Byan turned her head. But there's no one back there.

“Akh thank goodness he's gone. By the way knowin, I'm Tifani.” The woman directly extended her hand to Byan.

Byan stared for a moment at this strange woman. It was easy for this woman to meet a stranger when she said she was being chased by someone she did not know.

“Byan.” In the end, Byan still returned Tifani's hand.

“Oh, Byan. Nice name.” Praise Tifani who refuses to let go of her hand.

Quickly Byan let go of Tifani's hand grip, this wasn't too comfortable for him.

“As an apology, can I make up for it with a dinner?” tawang Tifani with a face.

“Oh no need. It's not a big deal.” Reject Byan.

“Ayolaaahh, don't make me feel guilty. Pleaaseee Tifani with her adorable sulking style.

Of course he was very trying to persuade Byan because this man was the target Maureen had determined.

“Ya, I beg.” Tifani cupped his hands in front of Byan.

Byan could only exhale his coarse breath. This woman named Tifani was indeed good at making men feel pity.

“Hem, alright.” In the end, Byan agreed.

“Alright! Come on, you can order any food. I'll be the one to be treated.” Tifani cried cheerfully.

She unquestionably wrapped her hands around Byan's arms, making Byan shake his head in a clueless manner with this all-too-familiar woman.

He pulled Byan towards the beachfront restaurant he had just turned down.

Byan sat in one of the chairs and waited for Tifani to order food. When the woman returned, she had already brought two servants who brought food for her and Byan.

“Like lobster?” tafani.

“No, I'm allergic to seafood.” I'm Byan.

“Yaaahhh unfortunately even though the lobster is very good. Sweet and savory.” Tifani's lips pursed in disappointment.

“What are you so familiar with this place? Your order food has even been ready in less than five minutes.” Look at the slightly suspicious Byan.

“Oh, about it.” Tifani began to curl. He probably replied that Maureen had prepared everything.

“I often go to Bali and this resto is my subscription. So they already know what I like. Just call the owner and everything is ready. Very easy, as long as there is cuan.” Tifani, flicking a finger.

Byan did not protest much on the grounds of Tifani. He took Tifani's answer for granted. He doesn't care much either.

Dinner is so enjoyed Tifani with its appetizing seafood. While Byan is enough with fried chicken, the menu is not foreign. Not much discussion is intertwined because Byan is quite closed to new people.

“Where are you nginep?” Tifani restarted the conversation.

“Around here.” Byan Sahut as it is.

“Wah, it's so good that you already have a place to stay. Like me, I still have to travel around the appropriate inn. My stuff is still piled up there.” With pursed lips Tifani pointed at her suitcase.

“Why not from noon looking for lodging? You said, you've been here a lot and know this place.” Syndir Byan, it makes no sense according to him.

“Yes precisely because I've been here a lot, I thought my favorite inn would easily accept me. Today they are fullbooks. As a result, I had to find another inn. Where is far away again. Because of being here often, I even let my guard down.” Bright Tifani with a face made as sad as possible.

“Can I stay at your place?” suddenly the idea flashed through his mind.

“No!” sahut Byan firmly.

“Hah, why not? Come on, I won't bother you. Or at least let me come first. Who knows if there are empty rooms there. I'm afraid to wander alone in a foreign place like this.”

“By yes can...” Tifani deliberately raised her voice to be heard by others. He also pretended to be shrinking tears that actually never existed.

People look up and look at them.

“Akh shit!” Byan began to feel uneasy with the mocking gazes from the people.

“Bby right? Do you have the heart for me to lodge nights like this?” Tifani added the seasoning of his drama.

Byan breathed out a rough breath. Why should he meet such a careless woman. Imagining this woman looking for lodging far enough is quite worrying. Especially around here there are only two inns, even with his resort.

Byan did not reply, it seemed that he indeed had to give up one of his villas to accommodate this woman.

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