Moreau pulled the suitcase carefully after passing the top hand step. She deliberately walked first, leaving her mother and stepfather a few steps behind.
"Remember what Roger said earlier. Don't forget to finish the antibiotics he gave you and sure... don't get used to doing crazy things like yesterday, got it?" Barbara's voice sounded close even as Moreau reached the doorway. She turned her head briefly only to watch as the couple's backs began to fall away from her sight. There were memories of some of the events between them. Abihirt had driven. Indeed, he had. Before Barbara insisted that they stop by the hospital. There was serious urgency from the open wound on the man's shoulder, which required a medical approach—with a few stitches, though there was some resistance, which in the end made Barbara unable to hold back any longer, and take the wheel. Little needs to be said in detail. That part happened as it did, because... besides Abihirt insistingA blush of lipstick was the final piece as Barbara repeatedly gazed into the mirror and marveled a little at her own appearance. She smiled. Smoothing her bangs down the front of her face as she called attention to herself one last time. Perfect. Samuel was going to love everything after he had to endure a week or so of not seeing her. "Just going to the office, what's the need to dress up like this?" Abihirt's deep, husky voice crept in almost as a surprise. Barbara immediately looked back. Shouldn't have forgotten the presence of her handsome husband. She smiled. Slowly walked closer—wanting to snuggle into Abihirt's lap, but decided against it after noticing something there. The lit laptop monitor screen was a combination of her husband being seriously occupied by work. Abihirt's gray eyes didn't even seem interested in simply staring at her. It felt strange that the man would comment on something without paying special attention. Barbara took a breath. N
Getting up slightly to ask the question. Quite doubtful if Abihirt would eventually take a step closer. A sturdy—as—hell arm wrapped in tense muscles was immediately extended towards her. Moreau's eyebrows rose high as the salve from Roger's ministry came so close to her face. "Why are you showing it to me?" Something more detailed was needed and Moreau deliberately asked the question so that Abihirt would at least say something. No significant interest was shown, but yes—the man did speak soon. "I'd like to ask you a favor." Still overwhelmed by the need to get into the best possible position. Moreau ended up sitting quietly as she looked up into Abihirt's face. Her stepfather was too tall—to be honest. She even only reached the line of the man's shoulders if she was in a standing position. "Why don't you ask my mom to do it?" There was no need to elaborate just to make her understand Abihirt's intentions from the start. The man wanted her to pay
"Isn't Froy your nephew, if you still intend to imprison him? And he's also getting married if I'm not mistaken." "Someone needs to teach that boy a lesson while his mother is desperately not showing a firm attitude. His behavior will only get worse." This time Moreau found her stepfather not trying to be quiet, though the man's gray eyes were really just staring straight ahead. "But in the end you always knew that Aunt Gloriya would protect Froy. About the missing meat cleaver being taken away, you also didn't look surprised when my mother discussed the matter with you. I know... because you guessed it." It was a little long—indeed. However, Moreau wouldn't have minded when Abihirt decided to keep quiet. Unconsciously one hand tentatively swept near the back of her stepfather's neck, either admiring the eagle's head there or a sudden desire arose that could barely be contained when she asked another question. "Your tattoo is only this one?" Slig
Moreau's lips unconsciously parted to interpret what Abihirt had just said. Undress... it was some kind of dirty order. Asked in such an impetuous manner, that she considered the possibility here too dangerous, especially the statement about Barbara's departure some time ago. They had freedom, but Moreau didn't want to. Not at a time like this, when her stepfather had come to ask for help. Then they shouldn't be doing anything else. "We just got back from a long trip, Abi. I'm not in the mood for sex with you." Inching backwards, the corner of Moreau's throat moved roughly to find Abihirt still towering there; so calm; staring back at her with an expression on his face that was unreadable. There was regret where she was helpless as Abihirt leaned in to simply brush away the remaining distance between them. Both of the man's hands pressed down on the bed. An action that urged Moreau to more carefully dive into her stepfather's gray eyes. Abihirt wouldn't say anythi
The sound of the bed crashing confirmed that Abihirt had agreed to go back up. It was worth pointing out that those piercing gray eyes never left any detail of Moreau's actions; just as she grasped the edge of the cloth wrapped around her body. "Can you close your eyes for a moment, Abi?" Still hoping there was a certain tolerance when the sight of being naked was not immediately devoured by Abihirt. Moreau wanted a little privacy, even if it would sound ridiculous in the end. "I've seen it all and will see it later too." Abihirt's deep, husky voice was calm, barely implying anything. Moreau knew. She silently swallowed harshly, then immediately turned her back on her stepfather. It was better than blatantly removing one cloth after another at his unreasonable request. Moreau could feel the ends of the hair that reached almost to her hips. It was too long, but Moreau had no interest in cutting it or simply looking for a new style of cut. The secon
Abihirt wasn't fully clothed, so it was most likely fixated on some part of the abdomen that looked absolutely ripe with fuzz if looked at more seriously."What do you want?" asked Moreau with a shiver of anticipation in her voice. Hardly able to do anything about the movement of Abihirt's hand that pushed aside the long strands of hair dangling in front. Now the man could observe in its entirety the shape of the healthy breasts in the bra—which looked like they were about to come out with a fairly close line of cleavage. Moreau was sure her face would already be flushed at the sudden change in atmosphere between them. Only, everything Abihirt did barely gave a hint. She was surprised to find the man suddenly bend down, then pull off the lacy underwear to hold on tightly, with the veins of his hand poking out there. "Open your legs wider, Moreau." "Wh-what?" Moreau almost choked on her own saliva as she asked the question. Damn it, she could not face he
"Where are we going?" Moreau raised her voice slightly, but her stepfather's body had already disappeared behind the door. The sudden tension felt like it was scattering and trying to get her lost. Should she acquiesce or stay in the room and Abihirt would come back and say everything she never wanted to hear? It was hard to decide. Really hard to had a good prospect in mind. Nevertheless, Moreau ultimately makes a choice that feels very tricky. She had repeatedly wanted to deny it, but being stranded here was a serious approach. There was no going back... when with Abihirt, their steps seemed to be facing an obsolete achievement. The man had never said that they were coming to the tattoo parlor. This really felt like an introduction. Moreau's attention was never-endingly fixed on the scenery around her. Everything that unfolded clearly to her eyes always seemed interesting. There was a wide variety of sample images displayed in almost every corner of
"I'm scared," she spoke nervously, knowing that when Abihirt didn't respond directly, the man was probably thinking about something. "Your mother?" Until that one question suddenly came like an electric shock, and Moreau couldn't deny that she nodded immediately. Still about Barbara, about something that could never be controlled. "I'm afraid my mother is angry," she said, almost unconsciously dropping her attention to the sketch of a thorny rose with budding petals. Beautiful. Let alone if they add red. How Moreau imagined it would be on one of her body parts. "She won't know anything." Abihirt's statement sounded like a soft whisper. The man was trying to persuade her to get a tattoo, was he?Moreau tried to understand something that didn't feel right here. Abihirt had a purpose as to why they were still faced with various uncertain decisions. At least there were provisions where she detected a desire that seemed to be trying to cross a forbiddin