Moreau blinked rapidly after reconsidering the narrative lodged there. A clue didn't exactly sound odd, but she found it hard to agree. Suddenly believing that such a concept sounded impossible. It was hard to imagine inconveniencing the doctor. Perhaps it shouldn't be done.
There was a master bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. It was only a few steps away. Finish everything there. It was not a complicated action. Moreau looked down for a moment to take in her appearance. A towel .... Guessing it wasn't bad enough to just whisk her out, or should she have craved the prospect of importance, where there were no similar problems with water flow in the other bathrooms. Yes, hopefully. Slowly, while making sure the ends of the towel were securely fastened, Moreau's steps began to move towards the main door handle. Staring for a few moments and not immediately pressing, let alone opening it too wide. Peeking. That was the first thing she did, then held her"Just curious. I want to take a shower, but the water in my bathroom isn't coming out. You might know something?" Again. Moreau spoke so carefully. In the end Roger made a gesture of simple understanding. The man smiled briefly. At least until it was his turn to run the pawn. "If you want to go to the main bathroom, the water doesn't work there either. I was staying in Abi's room. Your father probably won't mind if you borrow his bathroom for a while. Isn't that right, Abi?"This decision would probably leave an odd impression. Moreau didn't know whether she would actually hitchhike or abort. But her appearance and all her readiness to bathe were already craving the touch of water. It should not be a problem. Just need to wait for her stepfather's approval, then Moreau would sneak into the next room. She took a few breaths. Making sure she was determined enough to simply face Abihirt. Facing a man who still had not given the slightest response. It would not be
It felt quite nice after the touch of water to have dry patches on her body. Moreau made sure one last time that she did not leave any particular traces that Barbara would find. Didn't want her to know about things and hoped that Abihirt didn't say anything about the need for a bath, especially not if Roger didn't say anything either. Fortunately, there was nothing else left. Moreau quickly took a step away before Barbara returned from the flea market or imagined what she had been dreading. Her long hair was no longer pulled into a high ponytail at the top of her head. Letting it flow freely at the back seemed better. It only took a few steps to reach the center of the room. However, she seemed to learn an irony as she stared at the same spot where she was before. At the two pillows there. A little tight for some reason. Moreau did not expect to be surrounded by such undesirable things. She had no right to nurture an unexpected feeling, even if it was just a brief jealo
It took serious courage to describe such a thing. Let Abihirt think something obscure between them. The man would think that she had deliberately appeared before Roger in a towel. Moreau did not care. Just hoped that there would not be more silence taking over while her stepfather's gray eyes seemed to be preparing a special part as a complete dish. "What should I do with you?" The man's deep, hoarse voice tended to mumble, as if it was more important to speak to oneself, interpreting freely; then at a loss to come to a conclusion. Moreau understood... just as Abihirt did not want Froy to touch her. The man didn't want the same thing involving Roger either. A little possessive. Restricting. Unpleasant. There were rules about hooking up, but they were by no means formally bound. "I'll go back to my room if you don't mind." Moreau ended the sentence like that while feeling the tightness in her throat. Abihirt did not say anything. Hardly even a hint when the ma
Moreau's statement hung on the edge of her throat. She held her breath when she detected her stepfather leaning over with both hands pressed against the surface of the bed. Even the man's arms felt so close. There were lines of solid, manly sinew rising to the surface. Moreau swallowed roughly, then made sure her irises were fixed on Abihirt's handsome face. The man didn't look like he was going to say anything, though in the end she always knew; Abihirt was very contradictory in certain situations. "I'll leave after making sure you get punished, for disobeying my orders. Twice." There was an emphasis at the end of that deep, husky voice. In extremes it left a burning feeling of tension. Moreau knew she might not get away with things like this. There was no new ground to dig another grave. Already trapped. There was no shortcut. "You're so possessive of me. Why not my mother?" Better to ask questions. Let Abihirt sort it out, though it seemed the man w
This time Moreau bit her lower lip unconsciously. Wanting Abihirt to at least stop. However, it seemed like she made a mistake; making him notice what she had just done so, the man's fingertips brushed against the bitten part. "What were you doing earlier?" Abihirt's question sounded odd. This wasn't even a trial and it felt really tense. Moreau shook her head. Instinctively putting a hand on the man's wrist; hoping she could hold back when her stepfather was about to do something. As it turned out, it was quite hard to imagine she would suddenly realize one thing. Deliberately dropping the touch that was creeping up the back of Abihirt's hand. At least taking the man's fingers to be lifted a fraction of an inch away, a sort of serious insistence, as if it was a pending need that needed to be resolved immediately. Moreau swallowed harshly noticing the form of legality that was fully established between her mother and stepfather. The wedding ring was a pure sy
"My mom, will probably be home soon." Moreau said the same thing a second time. Half-noticed the presence of Abihirt's arms on either side of her face briefly. Guessing the man was still overwhelmed by the same need. Silence. How indifferent. But then again, she had a habit of judging Abihirt through inappropriate means. Instead, she slowly felt the most basic of touches; so tentative—without warning that it ended up pressing against her lips. Not for long, as Moreau also did not understand why the man stepped aside, though the look in those eyes never seemed to change; always sharp; risky; then adjusting, though Moreau was suddenly startled by an action where Abihirt seemed to start removing the wedding ring that looked perfect on the ring finger there. Surely the man had found no place to put it so it was just clutched to the sound of the bed rattling. There was no clue how to deal with her stepfather. She was naked, while those gray irises radiated hunger. Real
They kissed again; deliciously; searing and Moreau's hands slowly trailed down her stepfather's face, feeling the man's rough jaw, admiring a little, wishing to always get used to the beautiful texture there even if she had to be surprised to feel Abihirt deliberately spread her legs wide. The man probably didn't want to be completely naked so chose to only strip half of the cloth pants, revealing a cock that seemed to swell hard. Moreau swallowed roughly as the man prepared to enter her. It was almost too easy and too short to make her restless; full; especially when Abihirt began to move; at first with a tentative tempo—slowly turning into a delicious pounding. Moreau instinctively bit her lower lip. Another pure action ended up wanting to touch the man's arm. Only for a moment, because Abihirt seemed too sanctioned to let her, perhaps, dig her fingernails in to leave claw marks. The man's touch felt like a devastating blow. Moreau swallowed harshly, helpl
"Darling, where's your ring? Why aren't you wearing it?" They had actually almost finished dinner together, but Barbara instinctively asked the question between silences. The woman's brow furrowed deeply. Perhaps she had just realized after a few hours that she had met a man who was suddenly silent, as if he was thinking about something, although he did not look anxious about something too close. It was the complete opposite of how Moreau handled herself. From the start she had tried hard to blend in. Trying not to stand out, or hoping not to leave an odd impression in everyone's presence, until everything she did felt very numbing. It was only slightly thankful that Roger was nowhere to be seen in the house when Abihirt came out of her room. Now, even the man seemed to be casually watching the one—sided conversation—still hanging in the air. Barbara's question should find an answer soon, though Moreau was sure her stepfather was looking for an excuse, since the ma
[Abi, can I borrow your phone to send you my pictures from the desert ....] Barbara's whole body boiled at the thought of what her logic was unraveling. Abihirt said that the man was still in Dubai; he would be home soon, but it was surprising to find Moreau's voice sneaking in between their conversation. This could not be regretted. No matter how much Barbara tried to deny it. She had sifted through everything that had happened there, clearly... very clearly that Moreau needed photos in the desert to send to the girl's cell phone. Probably no further explanation of what had actually happened was expected. Hell, Barbara hadn't even said a word and demanded that Abihirt talk about everything her husband had been hiding, including when Abihirt claimed to be unaware of Moreau's whereabouts the last time she had called the man while talking about her daughter's whereabouts. However, the call was unexpectedly dropped. Really, Barbara couldn't accept that one lit
However, for a moment Moreau turned her head towards herstep father when she touched the doorknob. Abihirt unexpectedly grabbed the man's cell phone on the nightstand. Perhaps there was an important rush, which indirectly reminded Moreau that there was one thing—she had forgotten to say to her stepfather. This wouldn't take long. She would just wash her face with a splash of water, then return to the man. Indeed, not for long. When Moreau looked at her reflection in the mirror, the first thing she did was take a deep breath. All the devices here belonged only to Abihirt. She would brush her teeth, later, at home. Now it was best to approach the man on the bed. Suddenly Moreau's inner explosion became enthusiastic. She had been looking forward to sending pictures in the desert that day, after starting to operate the new cell phone her stepfather had given her. Hoping Abihirt wouldn't mind when she mentioned her wildly raging goals. Moreau hurriedly crossed t
Although it wasn't .... Moreau felt something heavy pressing around her body. She blinked a few times to realize that the habitual light from the window was trying to penetrate through the dangling curtains. It was already morning. It seemed like last night's request for sleep had put her into a deep slumber. Moreau would have nothing to say about that. It was all in the past and there was no need to relive something that always ended in uncertainty in the end. As she tried to shift, she sucked in as much air as she could, wanting to stretch her stiff bones a little, but soon realized that there was hardly any room to move. Someone seemed to have trapped her; inhaling the masculine scent that rushed in, until Moreau unintentionally touched a strand of hair—it felt smooth, and she kept brushing her palm gently there. This seemed to leave a certain sensation, not knowing why the corners of her lips instinctively curled up slightly; perhaps it was because she
"Why do you keep squeezing me like this?" It took a lot of courage and determination for Moreau to finally ask the question in a half-whisper. She wanted to look back, but the clear presence of Abihirt's face made their cheeks touch. The man would certainly not say anything. Moreau instinctively let out a rough breath; letting Abihirt position himself better and now the man's face was almost trapped in the crook of her neck. Abihirt was not sleeping. That was the least Moreau could feel. Probably not going to fall asleep anytime soon either, though the man admitted to not doing much of anything himself after their long journey. After all, there were things left between them that Moreau wasn't going to just reveal. It was still about Froy and she would try to find clues. "I thought of something." Moreau began with a sense of alarm rising swiftly in her mind. When Abihirt walked into the trap, she was sure the man wouldn't suddenly become very quiet.
It was fun teasing Abihirt. That was how Moreau felt. This time she was really daring. Really going to be defiant with her stepfather and tentatively tugging at the fabric to leave only a contrasting lacy undergarment. Letting a pause occur for a moment, then hesitantly glancing at Abihirt as she had to carefully cover some parts of her body in front of the man. She was the one trying to provoke something to explode in Abihirt, but didn't want her mother's husband to be brutalized and left unrescued. Now, as she slowly inserted her hands into the holes of the cloth—wearing the T-shirt given by the man appropriately. It was done. Moreau's body was wrapped. She seemed to be drowning. Immediately looked down and witnessed how the edge of the cloth was definitely touching her thighs. Abihirt correctly guessed not to add pants. Just a thin satin undergarment and it made Moreau feel comfortable. "I'm going to bed now," she said, hurriedly looking up, only to find
Moreau looked down; realizing that she needed to do the same, but her suitcase and all her new clothes, which he had prepared when they were about to head to Dubai, were still in the car. Abihirt had given no clue about the items left outside. Perhaps he would prepare them later, when they were fully prepared and Moreau only had to wait for him to finish the remaining parts. She would not sit idly by, soon catching up to wake up and applying attention to the last time Barbara's husband's sturdy shoulders were still visible behind. Perhaps too presumptuous. Yes, it was. However, it was better than never. Every detail of Abihirt's actions was so unpredictable. The man had dressed up in an instant right there. That, at least, needed to be emphasized. There was nothing to regret, even though Moreau felt very nervous as those gray eyes stared at her intently. "You said you were still sleepy. Why aren't you sleeping?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded as if a mistak
"I'm so sleepy and lazy to walk, can you just carry me?" Moreau did not want to take this too far when she could hardly protest to her stepfather; regarding the man's decision to be here, in the courtyard of the luxurious mansion, instead of returning to the house where they lived. Perhaps this would be enough of an understanding. Abihirt also did not show any reluctance to simply comply with what she had just tried to initiate between them, which silently made Moreau curl her lips slightly after detecting how the man got out of the car, then took a stance of taking her body—clinging tightly with both hands fully attached there. Moreau instinctively held on to her stepfather's neck. She looked up. Admiring every detail on the man's face. There was almost nothing to miss. It felt nice to imagine being on a date and Abihirt being a good lover, doing what she wanted. Though... that might not be true. That man was still her stepfather. He would always b
"I was just wondering how I could change my husband. What do you think about having child?" Barbara asked slowly. There was a look of regret when she said this. Samuel wouldn't understand her and she had no intention of telling him more. "A child from me or Abi?" Instead of offering suggestions, the man asked as if there were so many options, but Barbara needed to pick one. Yes, only one and no one could change the game she was about to start. "It's definitely Abi. He's my husband," she said indisputably. "But I touch you a lot." Woe betide her; Samuel had a way of simply knocking down the hopes she had built up on so many levels. Barbara exhaled harshly; feeling the need to raise the prospect of reality not being forgotten. "Even though you touch me often. Still, Abi is my husband. He touches me too. You're even." "Not even. You yourself admitted that Abi has been busy with a lot of work lately and it made you look for an escape. I've al
"Do you like cruise ship travel, Honey?" The sea breeze rushed across the surface of Barbara's body, leaving a sweeping impression that was too forced, but she was enjoying every bit of it here with Samuel and he had just whispered very softly in her face. Barbara smiled slightly at the feel of the man's arms reaching out tentatively, until the moving face had nuzzled around her neck. "Don't you do that, Sam!" warned Barbara after detecting that Samuel was about to take a dangerous action. She didn't want him to leave a reddish mark and if there was ever an urge to return home, she feared she would not be able to hide it from Abihirt's view. There was no word from her cold husband after the last time they had a phone conversation. Even Barbara needed to be pushed through a determined struggle until Abihirt was willing to accept a voice call and even then they spoke all too briefly. She was not satisfied yet. A little unwilling that Abihirt had gone on a trip to Dubai when s