LOGINShare
Doesn't Really Know
The sound of the bedroom door opening reminded Moreau that she was not alone with her thoughts. Her body immediately shifted into alert after being engulfed in a slumped position and hugging a pillow while playing with her phone without interest. Prying was not something Moreau had put on her list of habits, but Barbara had let her do it. God knows what else the woman was doing, so surprisingly Abihirt appeared; pausing an inch away just to look at her on the bed.
Whatever if the man was going to get stuck there. Moreau had no intention of saying anything. She knew her stepfather well enough to know the man's desire would be quite significant. Abihirt could not have come without a purpose. "Your mother asked you to the kitchen for dinner." Something else took over. This was hardly ever a part of her mother's patch of demeanor. Barbara's idea of dinner after everything that always made them argue through some reasonRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Bad Thoughts
Moreau did not think that she needed to take refuge under the lone facility of her stepfather, and it was most likely that it would give Abihirt a clue just to catch up. For now, Moreau did not want anything about the man to enter into her decision. Not as worthy as his previous defense. Barbara was probably enjoying a night of merriment after taking her revenge. Moreau would not take her mother seriously. What she had done could have hurt the woman's feelings even more, had Barbara's knowledge been doused in something truly explosive at one time. Unfortunately Moreau would not let that happen. She would just have to wait until the agreement boldly printed on white paper... slowly passed the expiration process. Six months. Won't be long now. Then it would all end like a long, beautiful dream. Moreau longed for that day to come. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she flopped onto the bed. She was in a hotel, but not in the room where she and Abihirt had first had sex. It was sad
Forbidden Agreements Looking For Her
"Caroline, do you know where Moreau is? She hasn't been seen since earlier." Barbara had prepared herself for a trip to the office. Her eyes darted all over the yard. The garage didn't show where Moreau's car was parked either. It was odd enough to simply pull a hard stomping step off the front porch. There was only one destination. She rushed up the steps. She had fought hard not to be affected, but the closing of Moreau's bedroom door sometimes seemed to release the hormones of suspicion. It really made Barbara harbor one definite conviction by immediately pressing the doorframe. A silent empty room immediately greeted her face. There was no one. Barbara glared seriously with a sour expression on her face. Caroline followed behind and probably got a bit of the same reaction when she found no clues there. "It looks like Miss Moreau is not at home, ma'am. She must have gone to practice." Faintly, the corners of Barbara's lips twitched, almost even adding a sardonic twitch as s
Forbidden Agreements The Argument
Barbara repeatedly exhaled. Restless. Squeezing the fingers of one hand while staring at a series of images on the website of the Smift company. This was not good news. It would indeed be a steep drop if it was not resolved quickly. There had to be a confession, because after all, outrage spread immediately after learning Moreau was modeling women for a business competitor. The front cover was marked with Moreau's face taking center stage in an instant, but that was not all. There was one other thing that felt odd to Barbara. Something familiar. She strongly recalled the presence of someone who was also involved there, although she didn't want to think too badly about the sturdy arms wrapped around Moreau's body taking center stage. It was like discovering a delicious dish, though really—Barbara had no intention of being accusatory. For her, it was not a difficult act to unravel the tangled threads of things that had just happened. She still remembered that Abihirt had alleged
Forbidden Agreements Argument
"Not really, but yes... the male model is very similar to your body shape." There was some kind of idiosyncratic response that Barbara found. She didn't know if Abihirt would smile as a faint grin at that: something that never really happened, or just a pure reaction that Barbara shouldn't be too sure about. There was no denying the specific part about Abihirt being nervous, which was actually... not at all. "I can't remember the last time you wanted to be photographed together," Barbara said simply looking for a gap between them. Pretend, then she could trap her husband into a confession trap to make up for her suspicion. "There aren't even many pictures of our wedding. Even if there were, you asked me not to publish them." Barbara added with a bit of an aggressive statement. Perhaps it was not with her husband that she
Forbidden Agreements Stuffed Panda
After finishing training and receiving a scathing critique from Anitta about the slight changes the woman had found in some parts of her body, Moreau finally had no choice but to try to agree with everything—including Barbara who again sent a message about an important matter. Moreau knew the specifics of what to expect. The shoot was even deliberately added in the middle of her request. Something that should not have been done, although it had already surfaced and made her feel almost half disgusted. After all, no matter how much hostility Barbara showed, hadn't Moreau herself been waiting for moments like this... that wouldn't let go no matter how hard she tried to get rid of the part that was stuck to her shoulder? A consequence, a risky risk, or a complicated matter to be resolved. Now Moreau would not avoid the prospect. Just a little confused when she first set foot into the house, but no angry welcome. Usually it was most common to find Barbar
Forbidden Agreements Find Out
"The male model you were with was Abi, right?" It was exactly like that. In the end, Moreau's fear came to pass. She knew her mother wasn't stupid enough to not recognize the shape of Abihirt's arm, but the anticipation was already in full design. Moreau realized she was going to learn how to be like this. "Abi? Your husband?" she asked almost deliberately in amazement. The special spark in Barbara's mind needed convincing. Moreau was trying. Hoping it didn't include a complicated journey and something that might catch fire. "You knew your own mother, Moreau." Moreau took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "That's why I don't quite understand why you brought Abi's name up here. He's your husband. You should know him better, Mom," s
Forbidden Agreements As Apology
Moreau expressed a serious right, thinking Barbara would understand her, but she did not. The woman instead left a smile with a chilling impression, one that specifically involved instant coaxing. The stuffed panda would change ownership. It was so obvious .... Moreau shook her head disapprovingly. She wanted to snatch it right away. Almost... yes, in the end Barbara got out of the way first. "It will be mine, while you can tell Juan to buy a new one. One more thing, did you stay at the hotel again last night?" A clichéd transition for Moreau to abandon the desire to fight for something that was hers. There was no response, other than the need to tug on Barbara's upraised arm. "Mom ...." Moreau urged her mother in exasperation. Howe
Forbidden Agreements Wants to Make Peace
There wasn't a hint of concern, at first, so Barbara suspected her decision wouldn't work... never knowing that Abihirt's pure reaction was actually so close, but good self-control drowned out the odd expression quickly. From him... to Moreau. Something exactly the same. The stuffed panda confirmed one event had been missed far enough. Abihirt's gray eyes searched Barbara's face sharply. All it took was a simple question, and he could find a clue. "Where did you get that?" Then Barbara seemed to think for a few moments, before the woman came up with the original answer, sending Abihirt's suspicions over the edge. "Coming back from the restaurant earlier, I accidentally saw this doll in the shop window. Do y
Latest chapter
