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2024-12-26 13:37:22Moreau let her hand soak in the water, letting the touch there, on Abihirt's arm like leaving a trace of mutual need.
"Your mother will not be home today." Then a whisper from that deep, hoarse voice added something Moreau had hardly ever thought about. Reflexively... she parted her lips and asked, "Why?" "Your mother asked permission to take a vacation." Okay. She might have forgotten that; about Barbara's statement the other day during their dinner together. But that didn't mean this was part of their freedom, did it? Moreau still wanted to keep the boundaries or actually she was still waiting for when the irritation in her mind would disappear. "But I still want to go home," she said finally. Let Abihirt relent. The man should always give in, though Moreau unexpectedly felt her stepfather's embrace loosen. Only briefly, which made the new touch feel more intimate as she was lifted high and invited to sit by the lake. Perhaps Abihirt
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Moreau was a little tense about the various reasons lodged in her mind. Abihirt's touch had caused an electric shock and the most important part was that the wound from Froy's actions might become apparent. That could be evidenced from Abihirt's suddenly silent facial expression, while the man's fingers moved slowly. It was as if he wanted to give her a light stroke, then instantly became a firm grip—not painful on her neck, but enough to scare Moreau. Worried that Abihirt would suddenly strangle her when the man was not in good control; angry perhaps, though there was still no specific reaction to be found, other than her stepfather remaining still. Or actually not .... "Why didn't you tell me this from the start?" the man asked in a voice that sounded like skepticism-disbelief. It almost made Moreau flinch and blink quickly so as not to arouse more suspicion. "Tell you what?" She understood where Abihirt was going with this. Intentionally feigning
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"If my mom never finds out I'm going with you, I will." When else would she be taken on a trip like this when Barbara would also be having fun out there? "Your mom won't know." In an instant the overflow at the top of Moreau's head became something pleasant. She almost jumped for joy while touching both of her stepfather's arms as she thought of one thing, but immediately restrained herself and behaved more calmly. "Are we staying at the Burj Khalifa?" The question remained, along with waiting for Abihirt's surprisingly calm answer. "Yeah." The deep, husky voice was almost a mumble. Perhaps it was Moreau's over-excitement that kept her jumping in front of Abihirt. "I can't wait." She smiled widely. Only briefly after remembering about the one most important thing they could not forget. "What about our clothes?" she asked, thinking that they should go home; not be stuck together in this hotel room. It was still quite confusing t
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"Where do you want me to take you after this?" Abihirt asked while squeezing Moreau's breasts. There was no telling when the man had slipped one hand underneath the clothes she was wearing, but it was obvious that the candle was intentionally left embedded inside her body. Moreau shook her head faintly. Swallowed harshly for a moment, then said, "I want to meet the crazy rich Sheikhs." She was not wrong to say that. Just thinking realistically that like her mother; she also needed a wealthy man. In Dubai, it would be easy to find walking money, though Moreau admitted to seeing it almost daily over Abihirt's shoulder. Her stepfather growled. "That's not what I asked." The tone of dislike was obvious behind the man's deep, raspy voice. Moreau frowned. She would not understand—indeed, would not understand when she finally realized what should be the most appropriate answer. Wanting Abihirt to take her to the edge of his seat. "Take me to where you l
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