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2024-08-20 14:50:08Moreau's attention was focused straight on something Abihirt was doing in the kitchen. One of the man's hands seemed to be busy spilling capsules into the other. Something she didn't exactly know what, but never left her attention from there, to the throat moving as he downed a glass of water.
Abihirt was shirtless and seemed to have just finished his morning routine. There were several beads of sweat on the man's body, which fell from the base of his jaw to the tendrils creeping into the crevices of his abdominal muscles. An amazing sight in the morning. Moreau swallowed harshly, then tried hard to get rid of the dirty thoughts in her mind. She really, really didn't want to do that. Perhaps she should learn to get used to Abihirt's sturdy body, which didn't seem to realize that Moreau was an inch away, until the handsome face turned. As usual, it was always calm-almost unreadable.
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It was enough to introduce Caroline to a few things around the corner. Moreau was sure she would understand the dos and don'ts just like Barbara's rules. There was a large urn placed at a prominent elbow, between the walls of the viewing room which then connected anyone to the hallway leading to several different rooms. That was the most serious part... Caroline had to remember not to accidentally or deliberately damage or break any of the things here, including the urn in question. Barbara was always against her things being touched by other hands. Even Moreau herself dared not leave a bad impression. She couldn't face her mother's everlasting anger. Hopefully not having the slightest chance of ruining the woman's favorite. "Have you anything more to ask, Caroline? Otherwise I will return to my room." Moreau added once she felt ready to move on, but the touch of Caroline's fingertips on her shoulder imm
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"Why don't you ask my mother directly what she's doing?" she asked for the first time to give Abihirt some information. "Isn't it nice to have a housekeeper hired? So I don't have to go through the hassle of cleaning everything here, in this big house, all by myself, especially now that you're forcing me to be a submissive girl in bed." There was a moment's pause that, for some reason, came so easily to Moreau's mind. She exhaled roughly, still with the need to dive into those gray eyes. It was good that Abihirt would feel offended. Let her stepfather think of some things. It was a good thing that last night Moreau had risked the courage to refuse to go to the red room. Some feelings had urged her to reconsider her earlier decision. Now was no different. Only something made Moreau overcome with an uneasy feeling. She swallowed harshly, then pushed away Abihirt's grip quite firmly. "Next
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"So you had a fight with your stepfather, and are going to stay here until your mother finishes her business in Paris?" Moreau only nodded hesitantly after Juan let her sit on the single sofa. The man immediately asked specific questions, which were not forthcoming during their phone call and regarding the request to be picked up. She felt that bringing her own car was not a good decision. Abihirt would easily find her, but really, Moreau didn't want to come face to face. Something inside her was resisting, angry, hurt, because the man was not only abusive in bed. However, he unexpectedly barely gave Moreau a chance to take liberties. The scars left from Abihirt's actions occasionally tried to take control. Moreau had no idea what she was feeling. There was no denying that the memory of that man's hand... that almost touched her face, was like punching a hole in her heart and blowing her into pieces. Moreau snorted, then looked at Juan carefully. "Do you mind if I stay here
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A faint knock on the door caught Moreau's attention. She immediately looked back while trying to adjust her sitting position leaning against the headboard, waiting for Juan to step inside, the strangest thing was, the man always had no sense of decorum, especially since this was just a shared room. Juan should have exercised his full rights, not have to knock; ask permission to simply step inside or do whatever was left. "Come in, Juan. I'm hungry." There was a feeling of tension as she watched the door handle move. Someone rapped firmly, but it barely occurred to Moreau that she would find Abihirt walking in with something in hand. The plastic burger that was then handed over so close in front of her. She frowned. Wondering where the man had gotten the item from. Robbing from Juan? Very unethical if it did happen. "What are you doing here?" After a moment Moreau finally asked the question, half annoyed. She held her head high, acting very bold and not caring at all that
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