"I'm already here. So what did you want to talk about?"
Moreau's bright blue irises looked seriously into her stepfather's face. They had just sat facing each other with Abihirt not saying anything just to start. Moreau wanted this conversation to continue and finalize the deal in a proper and fitting manner, which would even have to wait a while until the man returned from an important activity. Now only an outstretched arm pulled at the desk drawer. Moreau slowly observed the manner to Abihirt's calm expression as he sorted through the documents. Tentatively the man shifted a few files closer in front of her. She frowned, giving Abihirt a puzzled look, but tried to figure herself out by reading the series of sentences bolded there. Something, anything, that Moreau had never thought of before. There were several points, and they were all about the most"I should be asking you, Barbara. What are you doing here?" Moreau's tension still lingered around, but there was some relief when her stepfather got up and the man walked closer to sit on the edge of the table-just beside Moreau. Irony. She remained frozen in place as she realized that one of Abihirt's hands was holding the other paper, which was revealed furtively, while the document that should have been there was removed with a swipe of a fingertip until the agreement fell; and slowly slumped on the floor. Moreau could not see exactly where it had landed. Nor did she really intend to find out. She just couldn't pass up the need to stare at something so close. The arm in the man's suit. Well, at least Moreau knew that her stepfather's hand had taken on an additional role; perched on Barbara's hip simply to stop her. Abihirt's position in the center had played a definite role
Moreau blinked and then looked away, simply waiting for Abihirt to start the conversation. Her stepfather had just picked up the paper that had been deliberately dropped, placing it on the table while gesturing for Moreau to also arrange to sit facing each other. "I already told you I don't want to. So what else do you have to say?" The question was revealed without waiting for more time to pass. Moreau no longer cared if Abihirt's gray eyes would trace her face seriously. She also wouldn't be afraid to face the threat of a picture of the two of them. Let Barbara know. Better to live up to the full range of expression, than for Moreau to let herself be the one pressed. She had no idea what her stepfather was thinking. The man looked serious as he searched the cell phone in his hand. Perhaps he was looking at the picture that was used as a weapon to sue her? "I won't be affected if you send i
"Mr. Lincoln is waiting for you, Amiga. What are you waiting for?" No matter how many times Moreau had to inhale just to accept the fact that her stepfather was already there. Reclining in a Royce Rolls with another man. Abihir seemed to be having a serious conversation, but Moreau never really thought that the man would actually show up after thinking Barbara would spend the entire day starting from lunchtime with her husband. Moreau was sure that... Abihirt clearly knew she was riding alone. There was no need to be picked up, or anything, even if the man had said so first. Still... Moreau did not expect them to return home together, while her mother might have been waiting in hopes that there would not be a steep and painful betrayal. "Amiga." Juan's voice again tried to pull Moreau to the surface. She knew, immediately blinking and chuckling as the man made a restrained gesture. When she felt Juan was about to leave her, Moreau immediately pulled the man who was frowning in
Moreau could hardly comment on the futuristic house she had just entered. Beside her, Abihirt walked, as if he had only one intention of leading them somewhere. Not knowing what kind of space and where they would end up. Moreau turned her head occasionally, realizing that the walls had an eerie feel to them. She couldn't understand why Abihirt would choose a time like this, when they hadn't even told Barbara about—at least the excuses that were being made. Or perhaps Abihirt had, and the man had deliberately made her miss such information so that she would not tell her mother. Not after desperately coming to terms with the ambiguous feelings during the journey. "Wait here for a moment. I have some business." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice surfaced. Moreau held her breath as the man took a wide step just to make sure she stayed waiting. Every now and then she would drop her gaze to the leather-colored couch, then return to watching her stepfather's shoulder disappear behind the wi
Moreau's voice caught in the back of her throat shortly after Abihirt's hand was extended to bring her face up. Those gray eyes implied many things. Moreau did not understand where they would begin and end. As her stepfather's face drew closer, she remained helpless to avoid the large role between them. Instinct always fought hard; reminding, but on the other hand Moreau knew any effort would end in futility, other than allowing Abihirt's actions to almost cross the line. The man's eyes were so stern, then slowly closed just to begin the soft touch of lips. For a few moments Moreau glared, holding her hands in the air. Not daring to hold on to any part of her stepfather's body. She still had her eyes open and pounding for one obvious reason, until Abihirt's fingertips slipped into her brunet hair. Pressing their faces closer together, while the man's mouth began to move, seemingly trying to rob the kiss of its
[Where have you been, Moreau? Your father's cell phone can't be reached either. Why are you guys so united in not giving me any news?"] Moreau put away the handheld cell phone for a moment before catching her breath to calm down. She stared at Abihirt's face for a while and immediately broke eye contact after finding the right excuse. "I have extra training, Mom. And will probably be home late. No need to wait for me." About Abihirt. Moreau did not want to bring the man into the conversation. Let her stepfather handle the rest of the floating business with Barbara—after this. At the very least, until the sound of the cell phone was no longer revealed between them, Moreau quickly prepared the necessities to snatch up the cloth lying on the floor. She glanced at Abihirt so that her stepfather would understand. Understood enough that the man finally made his way to the corner of the room to simply place the feathered whip back into the storied shelf. The handsome face turned as
Moreau looked deeper into those gray eyes. It was easy enough to understand. She wasn't going to let time pass any longer just to keep the man waiting. After stepping outside, her hand went straight to the keys and she quickly got into her own car after Gabriel was seen talking with Abihirt. At the very least, Moreau needed to drive into the courtyard. She did everything she needed to do carefully. Taking a few breaths after turning off the car engine. Just needed to step into the house and not put salt in the wound that might make her mother suspicious. Moreau's hand tentatively took hold of the doorframe. As she pushed, she glanced around before stepping inside. Barbara was nowhere to be seen, but Moreau didn't know whether to feel relieved or more pressed. Still with her cautious actions revealed, she began to close the door without wanting to leave a single sound. It should have been like that. There s
Barbara's breathing was ragged after getting rid of her husband's body. She pulled the blanket higher, then clung to the arm of Abihirt, the man who had left her completely satisfied tonight. While occasionally nuzzling the hard core muscles, Barbara looked up at Abihirt's marvelous face. Her husband was deep in thought as he scrolled through a lit cell phone. "I may be a little late in telling you, but there will be a fashion show in Paris the day after tomorrow. I was chosen as one of the designers who has to showcase my designs. Do you mind if I go away for a while, Darling?" After peeking at Abihirt's activities while checking incoming emails, Barbara moved her attention back to her husband's face. The man's eyebrows raised high in response to her statement, so she hurriedly moved her hand to rub Abihirt's clay chest. Intending to seduce her husband into giving her permission. "How long will you be there?"
"You have to be careful." Don't know why, but that's what Moreau said. She looked longingly at Abihirt's face. The first brief reaction was a faint nod. There was nothing else to do when she only needed to observe her stepfather's body was out of sight. Abihirt dived. Moreau did not expect that she would be waiting for quite some time. That was surprising. There was no clue about her stepfather from the start. Abihirt's method was definitely not like Froy's who often popped into the air, though this made Moreau feel very scared as she further examined the calm surface after a few puddle runs. Abihirt was completely unpredictable about appearing, and then... at times she would daydream—the sound of splashing water immediately drawing her attention closer. Moreau straightened her shoulders. Unfortunately, she would not immediately find Abihirt turning his head towards her. The man presumably just wanted to scoop up some oxygen and dive back into the water.
Moreau's body suddenly stiffened at the sight of the water splashing, while Abihirt had gotten closer to Froy. The man offered help to his nephew and there was some relief that they were slowly swimming to the shore. She and Gabriel instinctively ran to the lip of the lake. It wasn't Froy Moreau was thinking about. Only her stepfather. Let Gabriel take the remaining action by welcoming the man—who seemed to be panting—to be laid down on the grass with a groan. The cramping was painful. The feeling could be imagined so clearly in her mind. Moreau winced, but also looked over to find that Abihirt had climbed to the ground. Now the man towered over her soaking wet. Staring at his nephew half annoyed, though saying nothing but letting Froy calm down a bit more. Slowly... at least it had subsided. There was still no conversation. However, Gabriel again offered to help when Froy tried to get up from his seat and looked up hesitantly. "I can't find the necklace."
Moreau continued to watch her stepfather. The unpredictable handsome man was now at least trying not to be incensed at any form of resistance from Froy. "You know that throwing something small into the lake will make it difficult for you to find, so why do you keep doing it? You keep throwing Moreau's necklace for no reason." Abihirt's question was simple enough, but it more than made Froy almost faint. The man's eyes moved restlessly. It took a few moments of pause to actually find an answer. "I was out of line, Uncle. I was angry at the attitude you gave Lewi and the way you gave the necklace to Moreau instead!" That was like a huge protest. Froy's voice boomed loudly. The man was lucky, because it seemed like Abihirt had paid with money to make people leave the park, which Moreau only realized when she looked around. Not a surprise. She should be used to it. "What's wrong with that? Didn't I replace Lewi's necklace with a new one?" Abihirt's statement this time made Fro
Moreau thought that Gabriel's involvement in the trip to Sierre De Guadarrama National Park was something that made it an unfair prospect. However, it turned out that she was wrong to include such a notion, as Abihirt's wishes were more understandable when asking her to move to Gabriel's car, while the man walked into the building—quite a flashy place there. Moreau had been to this place before; it was where Froy got married and she ended up asking for permission to leave early. It was a little odd to think that Abihirt had actually come to the man's nephew for some sort of accountability. Now she found her stepfather forcing Froy to walk. Although it seemed forced, Froy would have no choice. The man's body had disappeared in the car. Only a tendrils of shadow remained, then she also had to watch Abihirt's body get into the driver's seat. The car engine started and that's when Gabriel understood to bring them up behind. "Abi wants to ask his nephew to dive
Moreau shook her head for a while. In the end, she decided to lift her face. She was almost surprised—of course, because this was not what she wanted to find; the smallest hint of disappointment on her stepfather's handsome face, no matter how much Abihirt tried to keep every detail of the reaction between them brief. The necklace left to her was indeed a lasting memory and Moreau was sure it was very-very precious. "I apologize." She still could not take it for granted that Abihirt did not want to prosecute anything at the moment. There was an impact where her heart felt like it was being crushed. Staring at the man made her eyes sting and heat up. To the time that kept crawling forward... would soon be accompanied by seepage of water and Moreau would not be able to hold back. Perhaps Abihirt understood how worry controlled the fear in her mind, so the man hugged instead of saying angry. Hugging after letting her tremble as if this was an unexpected outburst of trouble. "N
There was only one step left, so Moreau should have been able to finish this sooner. She swallowed harshly. A moment of staring at the doorknob with great fear before finally being overwhelmed by the determined action of pressing and pushing inside. Perhaps she did so in such a hurry, that the sound that broke the surface immediately attracted someone there. Who would have thought that Abihirt would be towering in front of the translucent glass, while the man's gray eyes were assaulted by the view from outside. There was something Moreau couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt—then—Abihirt was daydreaming, because after all... detecting the man's response; little could be expressed in the odd way that Abihirt acted oddly upon realizing her presence. There were no words. No sentence was even close to being uttered. Silence. And yet, in those moments of near—closeness, Moreau felt how her heart rumbled loudly. Like it didn't want to stop. It was still hammering and sh
"Why don't you come with me, Juan? I'm afraid to go in alone." Everything was supposed to be fine—no; actually—a little fine, until Juan's shocking confession almost made the whole stability of Moreau's mind and how she had desperately fought for, now suddenly fall apart. Juan's decision seemed so absolute, though Moreau still hoped the man would suddenly change his mind and then they could settle this whole matter quickly. Unfortunately, the faint shaking response was something so real. It had such an impact that Moreau almost forgot how to breathe properly. She turned her face out the window, glancing around the place. Not ready to go down yet. Almost desperate at the thought of being so close to Abihirt. What was the man currently doing in there? Busy with some important business? "Just accompany me for a moment." Once again Moreau tried to persuade. This time really craving how Juan would agree. She looked up at the man, but was always met with the
Technically, the necklace was hers. Yet, no matter how cynical Moreau's voice had become, Froy still showed no intention of correcting his wrongdoing. Instead, he chuckled, as if there was no need for corrective behavior for an intentional mistake. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" Now that one question almost made Moreau thin her lips faintly. She simply restrained herself, then made sure the tips of her fingernails dug deep into the surface of Froy's arm like she often did to Abihirt, though this was clearly a different concept; not pure insistence; she wanted Froy to agree immediately or at least until the man jumped into the water. "It doesn't matter who I am. Make sure you return the necklace to my hands. I don't care which way you do it either, but one thing's for sure... I won't hesitate to tell Abi everything you've done." It wasn't just a threat. Froy should have understood. Alas, the man did not care. "You're his favorite gir
"Juan, we should go home," Moreau said, really not wanting to look at Froy's annoying face. She pulled the ends of the cloth over Juan's body. The man understood easily. They should walk, in any direction, to leave this place as soon as possible. However, only one step was taken. The next, a touch on Moreau's hand was tight. "I'm not done yet." The man hissed almost too close. How insolent, as if Froy had deliberately left the pain until Moreau winced faintly. "I have nothing to talk to you about. Let go!" A slight rebellion from Moreau. Struggling hard to brush off Froy's pathetic behavior, but it was useless. Even the actions of Lewi and Juan left no good prospects. Froy would really go crazy, if it continued like this. "I don't know what you're trying to talk about, but this necklace was given to me at your uncle's wish and also with my mother's consent. My mother herself isn't angry, so why are you bothering with a matter that you obviously don't k