Moreau spent all the time she had left in the room after the misunderstanding she couldn't even explain, whether to tell Abihirt the thick soup on her palm wasn't something the man should respond to, or to issue a warning that they were better off keeping their distance.
Moreau didn't want another night of mistakes, almost desperate to think of something that felt truly horrible. It was too dangerous for them to be in such close quarters, for Moreau herself could not deny the attraction of her stepfather which was like offering a magnet, but she tried not to cling. Fortunately Abihirt was completely silent, and most importantly the man was no longer looking for her. A bit of relief. However, Moreau's throat felt parched. She wanted a drink. Trying hard to guess. Perhaps Abihirt was in the room, dealing with a feverish condition; who knew what now. Moreau grunted, then got out of bed. Hadn't Barbara returned home? She was sure the woman would be takingMoreau had almost fallen asleep, but the faint sound of a knock on the door pulled her back to the surface. She lifted half of her body just to take in the dim situation in the room. It was already too late, wondering who... wouldn't stop knocking until Moreau made up her mind to make sure. She knew her mother did not have this kind of habit in the middle of the night. Strange. Moreau blinked rapidly and began to wonder... could it be Abihirt who was outside? She wasn't sure considering the man had left the house some time ago, but would confirm for herself by pulling back the thick blanket, then taking tentative steps towards the door of the room. It was dim enough to leave an eerie impression. Moreau stared for a moment at the copper algae, while taking a deep breath. She first grasped the whole of it, applied a little pressure, then pulled the door frame inward. The towering figure of a man. After an early detection that turned out to be correct, Moreau still faced a process
"Then don't tell your mother." Abihirt spoke so calmly, even the gray eyes that stared between the faint illumination gave Moreau a bad influence. She clenched her fists involuntarily after saving the best sentence to say. "Not about the matter of... my mother knowing or not. But you're not supposed to be here." Not knowing how many times Moreau had to remind him. Suddenly Abihirt was already towering over her, precisely positioning them to face each other with the bed as a barrier. The atmosphere between them immediately changed. Fear, dangerous sensations, even subconscious alarms began to scatter. Moreau squeezed the edge of the cloth on her body to calm herself down. She knew Abihirt would say something and she chose to listen quietly. "I'm only hitchhiking for one night." That made no sense at all. Morea chuckled, feeling that Abihirt's decision was too impossible. She would still refuse if that was what
"Moreau, are you still sleeping?" The faint sound of a knock on the door tentatively dragged Moreau to the surface. She winced at the state of the roaring room, but finally realized that her face was so close to the chest of a person, which moved slowly and .... Moreau was immediately surprised to find something that felt so close at the top of her head. She wondered how this happened? Why was the position so exact-her hands were hugging so close. "Moreau!" The same voice. What a surprise that Barbara was waiting out there... Moreau looked back. The door was still shut tight and she had to be reminded of last night's key. There was only one person with full access, Abihirt, the man who was in the room alone with her. Moreau gave Abihirt a sharp look. Damn it! The man didn't seem to care, in fact he seemed to be too uninterested in Barbara's voice, instead busy playing with the cell phone in hand. "Give me the key to the room, Abi," Moreau said, at least it was able to draw
"My mom is gone, Abi. You... come out-" The end of Moreau's sentence floated to the tip of her throat. Something was missing. She was surprised to find no one around. She tried to look around the room to make sure she would find her stepfather. But the room that had just been left an inch away was completely devoid of visitors. Moreau's eyebrows raised high, she walked towards the bathroom. Thinking it was the most likely hiding place. Only to find a silent, empty, damp room, and finally pull the door shut again. Moreau unconsciously wiped the remaining hairs behind her ears. Walking... almost wanting to forget where her stepfather had gone. However, the man surprisingly appeared as a dangerous incarnation. Moreau's first reaction was to show caution, but she was grateful that Abihirt was fully clothed. There was no longer a clay chest, wh
It was surprising. Something Moreau had never thought about. She widened her eyelids to dismiss Abihirt's arm that was pressed very close to her face. Being a mistress was not something that had ever entered her list. Moreau never remembered that she would write something on a note, about various sad decisions. Wishing there had never been such events involved in any episode of her life. Abihirt had gone too far. It was wrong to want to involve illicit acts between them. It was not appropriate. Moreau would never justify just because they had a one-night stand. Something done accidentally, she would always consider it an accident. Not anymore. Not here, if, that is, Abihirt intended to use their photos as an absolute threat. Moreau was ready to argue, and made sure she had every possible way to deny. "You're not crazy, Abi." Moreau's voice had a firm ton
"What's wrong with asking me to come to your office?" The smile on the corner of Barbara's lips instantly responded seriously. After several messages, she finally found Abihirt looming and stepped closer to the desk. Barbara immediately left work to greet her husband. She got up, embraced Abihirt's body, inhaled the intoxicating scent of his body, and made sure that the curves on her face did not quickly disappear. Only when a little distance was taken did Barbara step back to the work chair. "Sit down, Darling. I'm sorry about last night. But can you tell me where you slept after leaving home? Because I called Roki and he said you didn't go to his residence at all." That sounded like an insult. Barbara understood and perhaps she was overreacting when Abihirt himself was so calmly observing her face. The man's fingertips tapped on the surfa
"What kind of mature man do you mean?" Instead of getting an answer right away. Moreau was ambushed by Juan's questions. The man was too critical to understand something they were talking about. "A mature man who is married. Anyway." Moreau added a small detail in hope; not wanting Juan to guess the odd, hollow phrase the man was dealing with. It would be too close, she was afraid Juan would smell something she was trying to hide. A secret. For now they could not open up to each other. Moreau was still staring at the man beside her until the air rushed roughly from between Juan's lips. The man shrugged, then placed the water bottle on a layer of ice. Finished training. Perhaps after this they would go home soon. Moreau did not want to, at least for the next day or two, indulge Juan's invitation to leave. It was enough that they met Abihirt at the racing venue unexpectedly. Fortunately Abihirt didn't say anything to Barbara.
"Is Abi not home yet?" Moreau almost gasped, and at the same time tried to control herself from Barbara's appearance in the backyard. She was enjoying the moment soaking her feet in the pool of water, having absolutely no clue that the woman would suddenly appear looking for someone. Barbara's eyeballs darted around. Finding no one, the only thing left behind was a rough exhale. In the next moment Moreau knew immediately that Barbara was taking steps, pacing for one glaring reason. Worry was in the air, perhaps a way of simply urging calm to play a brief role. "I haven't seen him for a while." Couldn't stand it. Moreau added slowly to keep Barbara from overreacting. The woman's appearance was still too complete. The tote bag was linked in the hand. The work blazer and heels worn almost all day were still there. Even the l