A Message

She was struggling not to overstep her bounds. It was impossible to say outright that she was a mistress. Someone who had to serve her stepfather... that was the most superficial and painful point.

The sound of the glass clinking, almost settling, was an attempt to sink into the subconscious. This was extremely enjoyable. Moreau was not worried when she had to blink several times, while Roki seemed too at home to be by her side, even if he did not do anything at all, perhaps the man's cell phone had been tucked back into his suit pocket. Moreau did not want to question anything after facing a bout of dizziness in the head.

[The girl you slept with that night was at the same club. I was with her. She's already starting to get drunk].

Abihirt read the new series of messages with a calm expression on his face. Roki's trick to get him to follow him there, then they would end up drinking themselves into a stupor. Abi