How Moreau was surprised to find him there on her mother's wedding day as the bridegroom. Someone she knew: had just engaged in a one-night stand with her in a luxury hotel. She quite regretted the fact of arriving late at Barbara's wedding-just fixated, having been unable to deny herself one thing. Her stepfather. A handsome, sturdy man-with a striking masculinity, it was Abihirt who on the one hand always left Moreau with unexpected feelings. She didn't know if she could resist, but the man was inexorably determined. Moreau was sure the invitation to become a mistress was the most prominent part of Abihirt's wish list, and the man would slowly get it.
View MoreEmma slowly opened her eyes, but the intense hospital lighting almost made her blind. She struggled to recall how she got here as confusion overtook her. “Where am I?” She murmured softly.
“Hi, I’m doctor Frank and you are in the hospital,” the doctor replied, gently shining a flashlight in her eyes. “How are you feeling?,Can you tell me your name?”
“I-I don’t know,” she replied, her voice filled with uncertainty.
“You have been in a coma for weeks and it seems you have an amnesia erasing your memories.”the doctor explained gently.
“In a coma?” She uttered softly with a mixture of fright and disbelief on her face. “How…how did I end up here?” She stuttered.
The doctor, maintaining a calm demeanor, responded, “you were involved in an accident. Your mother will be able to provide you with more details about what happened. It’s not uncommon to experience memory loss after such a terrible accident, but don’t fret, your mind will gradually recover and retrieve all those precious memories.”
“Thank you,” she replied gratefully.
Linda, her stepmother, approached with a strained smile as she opens the door. “Oh my goodness, you are awake!” Linda exclaimed, clearly relieved. “You had me so worried. You were involved in an accident.”
“Could you please step outside with me?” The doctor interrupted. “I need to have a conversation with you.”
The door creaked open as Emma lay in her hospital bed thinking about her fuzzy memories. A cab driver entered with a look of remorse and worry on his face. He had come to meet the person whose life he had unintentionally impacted forever to see how she was doing.
“Good Afternoon Emma.” He greeted her with a cheerful smile , but she seemed bewildered and wondered if they had previously met. I’m…I’m Mike Williams, Mike said stuttering. A loud noise startled them, and Linda stormed in, her expression filled with rage. She confronted Mike, accusing him of being to blame for the tragedy. “You did this!” She exclaimed. Linda grabbed Mike’s arm and dragged him out of the room, continuing her accusations.
Puzzled Mike asked “Did what?”
“The Doctor had just informed me about Emma’s Amnesia as a result of the accident and she would need intense care.” Linda explained. “I can’t be stressed about this.”
“Take a deep breath,” Mike urged, trying to calm Linda down.
“You were the one who hit Emma with your car; you should be the one to look after her.” Linda insisted.She gave him a thorough once-over, assessing him from head to toe, as if weighing him with her gaze. She chuckled and asked about his occupation.
With intrigue, he replied, “I’m just a cab driver.”
“Oh, a cab driver, huh?” She said, her face brightening with a cheeky grin. “Well, in that case you will be the one to take care of her. You will have to marry her. There’s no better way to care for her than as a husband would care for his wife.”
She knew it was an offer he would find difficult to say no to as he was responsible for what had happened. Just like that, As guilt washed over his face, he replied, “Marriage? You are joking right, I can't get married, I am not ready for such responsibility, please I know I was the one who hit her but it was an accident. She ran in front of my car" Mike said in a deflected tone. “I have been paying heavily since the day of the accident, now you are suggesting marriage, count me out.”
Linda looking so irritated by his words responded angrily, “you will marry her or you will hear from my lawyer, I am not taking care of a problem you created. She was already a burden before, so don’t you dare.”
“Okay, I will do it. I’ll make her my top priority, l’ll take full responsibility for her. I really don’t want trouble.” Mike said in a deflected tone. Linda smiled cunningly knowing she has won the argument. They cautiously entered the room, the atmosphere dense with anticipation. Emma’s gaze was drawn to mike, her eyes looking for a flash of recognition. Mike struggled to find the correct words as he stammered,
"H-Hi, I’m Mike Williams. I-I’m your Fiancé.”
Emma’s face creased in confusion, her mind grappling to recall their past. “My fiancé?” She echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. “ I don’t think I know him. Was I engaged?”
Linda, feeling the weight of the moment, reached out and gently held her hands. “Honey, please don’t worry too much,” She soothed her. “You had introduced him to me as your fiancé before the accident.”
“Oh, I did,” she said while gazing down at her hands for a glint of a ring or possibly a mark from wearing one. But she found none. The doctor walked into the room with a reassuring smile, his white coat ironed and stethoscope drape around his neck. He gently closed the door behind him, creating a sense of privacy. “I can see your health is much better,” he said as he approached Emma’s bed side. “I’m pleased to disclose that all your other test results were good. You are healthy, but you just need to give your mind more time to heal and you need a lot of rest.”
“Thank you for your expertise and care.” She replied gratefully. He smiled and nodded, a bright twinkle in his eyes, assuring her that it was his pleasure to help. With a final check of her vitals he announced that she was ready to be discharged.
As they walked out of the medical facility, they entered the embrace of a refreshing evening breeze. With utmost care Mike took hold of her belongings and gently stowed them in the trunk. He gently opened the car door, ensuring her safe passage. “Mind your step,” he whispered, guiding her gracefully into the car.As he drove them home, he couldn’t help but steal glances at her through the rearview mirror. His eyes were filled with admiration as he noticed the way her hair gently swayed with the wind and the sparkle in her eyes. Arriving at their house, he packed the car walked around to her side. Offering a supportive arm, he helped her out of the car. She whispers to herself “A small gesture that speaks volume of his kindness and attentiveness”.
“Linda, kindly retrieve Emma’s belongings from the trunk”. he said, with a polite tone while he tenderly supported her towards the house.
“what can we offer you?” Linda asked.
“I’m fine,” he replied. “May I accompany her to her bedroom.” he said while holding Emma. “She needs to rest”. Sure, Linda responded. “Her room is the first door on your right.”
He gently guided her towards the bed room, taking care to make her comfortable. He tenderly slipped off her sandals, then gently helped her lie down on the soft, inviting bed, tucking the blankets around her with utmost care.
“Thank you” she said “you may go now.” “No problem, I’m happy to help.” He replied but I’ll leave after you fall asleep.”
As she drifted off to sleep, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her peaceful countenance. His gaze remained fixated on her, He couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty a sight that left him speechless. In that moment he realized how fortunate he was to have crossed path with such a remarkable person.
The door swung opened and someone stumbled into the room. Mike stood up from the bed, his face filled with surprise.“Linda, are you ok?” He asked, offering his help to assist her in getting up.
“Yes, I’m fine.” She replied.
He walked her out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.
“So do we have an agreement?”Linda asked, a smile playing on her lips.
“Yes we have an agreement” Mike replied. Like I said, I’ll make her my top priority, l’ll take full responsibility for her.” “I mean what’s the worse that can happen?”
[Abi, can I borrow your phone to send you my pictures from the desert ....] Barbara's whole body boiled at the thought of what her logic was unraveling. Abihirt said that the man was still in Dubai; he would be home soon, but it was surprising to find Moreau's voice sneaking in between their conversation. This could not be regretted. No matter how much Barbara tried to deny it. She had sifted through everything that had happened there, clearly... very clearly that Moreau needed photos in the desert to send to the girl's cell phone. Probably no further explanation of what had actually happened was expected. Hell, Barbara hadn't even said a word and demanded that Abihirt talk about everything her husband had been hiding, including when Abihirt claimed to be unaware of Moreau's whereabouts the last time she had called the man while talking about her daughter's whereabouts. However, the call was unexpectedly dropped. Really, Barbara couldn't accept that one lit
However, for a moment Moreau turned her head towards herstep father when she touched the doorknob. Abihirt unexpectedly grabbed the man's cell phone on the nightstand. Perhaps there was an important rush, which indirectly reminded Moreau that there was one thing—she had forgotten to say to her stepfather. This wouldn't take long. She would just wash her face with a splash of water, then return to the man. Indeed, not for long. When Moreau looked at her reflection in the mirror, the first thing she did was take a deep breath. All the devices here belonged only to Abihirt. She would brush her teeth, later, at home. Now it was best to approach the man on the bed. Suddenly Moreau's inner explosion became enthusiastic. She had been looking forward to sending pictures in the desert that day, after starting to operate the new cell phone her stepfather had given her. Hoping Abihirt wouldn't mind when she mentioned her wildly raging goals. Moreau hurriedly crossed t
Although it wasn't .... Moreau felt something heavy pressing around her body. She blinked a few times to realize that the habitual light from the window was trying to penetrate through the dangling curtains. It was already morning. It seemed like last night's request for sleep had put her into a deep slumber. Moreau would have nothing to say about that. It was all in the past and there was no need to relive something that always ended in uncertainty in the end. As she tried to shift, she sucked in as much air as she could, wanting to stretch her stiff bones a little, but soon realized that there was hardly any room to move. Someone seemed to have trapped her; inhaling the masculine scent that rushed in, until Moreau unintentionally touched a strand of hair—it felt smooth, and she kept brushing her palm gently there. This seemed to leave a certain sensation, not knowing why the corners of her lips instinctively curled up slightly; perhaps it was because she
"Why do you keep squeezing me like this?" It took a lot of courage and determination for Moreau to finally ask the question in a half-whisper. She wanted to look back, but the clear presence of Abihirt's face made their cheeks touch. The man would certainly not say anything. Moreau instinctively let out a rough breath; letting Abihirt position himself better and now the man's face was almost trapped in the crook of her neck. Abihirt was not sleeping. That was the least Moreau could feel. Probably not going to fall asleep anytime soon either, though the man admitted to not doing much of anything himself after their long journey. After all, there were things left between them that Moreau wasn't going to just reveal. It was still about Froy and she would try to find clues. "I thought of something." Moreau began with a sense of alarm rising swiftly in her mind. When Abihirt walked into the trap, she was sure the man wouldn't suddenly become very quiet.
It was fun teasing Abihirt. That was how Moreau felt. This time she was really daring. Really going to be defiant with her stepfather and tentatively tugging at the fabric to leave only a contrasting lacy undergarment. Letting a pause occur for a moment, then hesitantly glancing at Abihirt as she had to carefully cover some parts of her body in front of the man. She was the one trying to provoke something to explode in Abihirt, but didn't want her mother's husband to be brutalized and left unrescued. Now, as she slowly inserted her hands into the holes of the cloth—wearing the T-shirt given by the man appropriately. It was done. Moreau's body was wrapped. She seemed to be drowning. Immediately looked down and witnessed how the edge of the cloth was definitely touching her thighs. Abihirt correctly guessed not to add pants. Just a thin satin undergarment and it made Moreau feel comfortable. "I'm going to bed now," she said, hurriedly looking up, only to find
Moreau looked down; realizing that she needed to do the same, but her suitcase and all her new clothes, which he had prepared when they were about to head to Dubai, were still in the car. Abihirt had given no clue about the items left outside. Perhaps he would prepare them later, when they were fully prepared and Moreau only had to wait for him to finish the remaining parts. She would not sit idly by, soon catching up to wake up and applying attention to the last time Barbara's husband's sturdy shoulders were still visible behind. Perhaps too presumptuous. Yes, it was. However, it was better than never. Every detail of Abihirt's actions was so unpredictable. The man had dressed up in an instant right there. That, at least, needed to be emphasized. There was nothing to regret, even though Moreau felt very nervous as those gray eyes stared at her intently. "You said you were still sleepy. Why aren't you sleeping?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded as if a mistak
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