Abihirt approached and indirectly gave Moreau a feeling of tension. She held the air in her chest cavity feeling her stepfather's breath so close. The gray spotlight was glued to the level neck, including the reddish marks of a few days ago that had disappeared.
Moreau did not find the slightest clue as to what Abihirt was up to. The man's face slowly almost touched her shoulder line, but they were suddenly startled by Barbara's voice from the direction of the door. "Moreau, did Abi come to your room?" It took a moment to respond to the woman's question, Moreau blinked and immediately looked at her stepfather worriedly. "Hurry up and hide." She wanted to push Abihirt's body away, but the pure reaction of her hands moving simply tied the bathrobe. It felt important to come face to face with Barbara immediately.<Her husband's tall form was sitting at the bar table enjoying a can of soda. Barbara had expected it, and immediately approached Abihirt who turned around with a calm expression on his face. Hardly anything could be revealed as she positioned herself to sit so close while watching the man take another sip of his soda with his face upturned. "What are you doing here, Darling?" At first, Barbara's fingertips traveled slowly to touch the back of Abihirt's hand that was stretched out before her. Her husband's warmth felt so tantalizing. She smiled and kept watching the man's throat moving up and down. In truth, the man she had married was too perfect to be betrayed, but Barbara could not resist the romantic gesture that Abihirt truly lacked. She wanted him to, just once, say those sweet words like Samuel often did. They were different and could barely be compared territorially.
The corners of Barbara's lips curled slightly as she watched her husband's shoulders move away. The man was just combing over to the dog kennel that she knew... had just been bought back from the veterinary clinic. Abihirt was seen half kneeling while slowly rubbing the top of Chicao's head. The man left after finishing his business with the recovering dog. Barbara smiled broadly as Abihirt approached her. Together, they crossed the steps and walked into the room. There was nothing left to do, nothing more to do. She flopped onto the bed as Abihirt searched through the wardrobe. The man seemed to be looking for sleeping pajamas, and suddenly Barbara remembered something. She squinted. Taking a breath, she said, "Earlier, when I was choosing the clothes I needed to take to Paris, the clothes I had neatly folded looked very messy. Do you remember what I always told you, Abi? Be careful when you pick up y
"Abi Darling, wake up. I have to go to the airport." Barbara repeatedly pecked Abihirt's lips to wake her husband up. The man frowned, then would mumble occasionally. An amused feeling came to Barbara's mind, but she didn't harbor any serious intentions when she wanted the gray eyes to open. It was simply to let Abihirt know that he would not be surprised when she was no longer in bed. If her husband still wanted to sleep. Barbara would have no objections. "Who are you going to the airport with? I'll accompany you if you're alone," the man said faintly as he tried to adjust his waking position. "Don't bother, Darling. My pick-up car is waiting. I just wanted to say goodbye," Barbara said as she pressed Abihirt's chest. She knew that he intended to take her by car. She even refused when he offered her a private jet ride. Samuel was in the front yar
[I want you to wait for me in the red room.] A message from an unknown number, but the request implied there, sent along with the location listed so clearly, it immediately gave Moreau a clue. Abihirt .... Her stepfather probably thought that Moreau had forgotten the way to the flashy house. She grunted at the thought of what the man would do when he asked her to wait. Moreau was even still at the training center, though she was preparing to go home. She was tired after a long training session. Feeling unsure of keeping up with Abihirt's rough sex. Perhaps the man would get angry when he found out such disobedience was a must. Either way, Moreau was a little indecisive considering the order via text message on her cell phone. Anitta, Juan, and a few friends from the figure skating team from the same team, who were also doing a concurrent training session, had left the training building. Moreau was left alone, faced with a complicated decision. She was still staring at h
Moreau'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.
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
"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
"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
Moreau let her hand soak in the water, letting the touch there, on Abihirt's arm like leaving a trace of mutual need. "Your mother will not be home today." Then a whisper from that deep, hoarse voice added something Moreau had hardly ever thought about. Reflexively... she parted her lips and asked, "Why?" "Your mother asked permission to take a vacation." Okay. She might have forgotten that; about Barbara's statement the other day during their dinner together. But that didn't mean this was part of their freedom, did it? Moreau still wanted to keep the boundaries or actually she was still waiting for when the irritation in her mind would disappear. "But I still want to go home," she said finally. Let Abihirt relent. The man should always give in, though Moreau unexpectedly felt her stepfather's embrace loosen. Only briefly, which made the new touch feel more intimate as she was lifted high and invited to sit by the lake. Perhaps Abihirt
"Thank you." There shouldn't have been anything else. The only thing Moreau wanted to do was put the necklace back on. She would be self-sufficient for times like this. Ironically, there was no time to read the slightest warning when Abihirt unexpectedly pulled her into the lake. "Abi—my phone!" Moreau shouted instinctively. She was now flooded quite high up. Almost her entire body was completely wet. And the very first thing she did was to grab the handheld cell phone that was clearly tucked into the back pocket of her pant. At least it was still on, but it was quite doubtful that it would last after almost the entire compound was submerged in water. She gave Abihirt a sharp look. Didn't know whether to feel grateful when still holding the necklace in hand so tightly. Probably, she would have gone straight to the edge just to make sure if her cell phone was okay or not. Moreau lifted the flat object high into the air. The lake shore felt shallow enough tha
"You have to be careful." Don't know why, but that's what Moreau said. She looked longingly at Abihirt's face. The first brief reaction was a faint nod. There was nothing else to do when she only needed to observe her stepfather's body was out of sight. Abihirt dived. Moreau did not expect that she would be waiting for quite some time. That was surprising. There was no clue about her stepfather from the start. Abihirt's method was definitely not like Froy's who often popped into the air, though this made Moreau feel very scared as she further examined the calm surface after a few puddle runs. Abihirt was completely unpredictable about appearing, and then... at times she would daydream—the sound of splashing water immediately drawing her attention closer. Moreau straightened her shoulders. Unfortunately, she would not immediately find Abihirt turning his head towards her. The man presumably just wanted to scoop up some oxygen and dive back into the water.
Moreau's body suddenly stiffened at the sight of the water splashing, while Abihirt had gotten closer to Froy. The man offered help to his nephew and there was some relief that they were slowly swimming to the shore. She and Gabriel instinctively ran to the lip of the lake. It wasn't Froy Moreau was thinking about. Only her stepfather. Let Gabriel take the remaining action by welcoming the man—who seemed to be panting—to be laid down on the grass with a groan. The cramping was painful. The feeling could be imagined so clearly in her mind. Moreau winced, but also looked over to find that Abihirt had climbed to the ground. Now the man towered over her soaking wet. Staring at his nephew half annoyed, though saying nothing but letting Froy calm down a bit more. Slowly... at least it had subsided. There was still no conversation. However, Gabriel again offered to help when Froy tried to get up from his seat and looked up hesitantly. "I can't find the necklace."
Moreau continued to watch her stepfather. The unpredictable handsome man was now at least trying not to be incensed at any form of resistance from Froy. "You know that throwing something small into the lake will make it difficult for you to find, so why do you keep doing it? You keep throwing Moreau's necklace for no reason." Abihirt's question was simple enough, but it more than made Froy almost faint. The man's eyes moved restlessly. It took a few moments of pause to actually find an answer. "I was out of line, Uncle. I was angry at the attitude you gave Lewi and the way you gave the necklace to Moreau instead!" That was like a huge protest. Froy's voice boomed loudly. The man was lucky, because it seemed like Abihirt had paid with money to make people leave the park, which Moreau only realized when she looked around. Not a surprise. She should be used to it. "What's wrong with that? Didn't I replace Lewi's necklace with a new one?" Abihirt's statement this time made Fro
Moreau thought that Gabriel's involvement in the trip to Sierre De Guadarrama National Park was something that made it an unfair prospect. However, it turned out that she was wrong to include such a notion, as Abihirt's wishes were more understandable when asking her to move to Gabriel's car, while the man walked into the building—quite a flashy place there. Moreau had been to this place before; it was where Froy got married and she ended up asking for permission to leave early. It was a little odd to think that Abihirt had actually come to the man's nephew for some sort of accountability. Now she found her stepfather forcing Froy to walk. Although it seemed forced, Froy would have no choice. The man's body had disappeared in the car. Only a tendrils of shadow remained, then she also had to watch Abihirt's body get into the driver's seat. The car engine started and that's when Gabriel understood to bring them up behind. "Abi wants to ask his nephew to dive
Moreau shook her head for a while. In the end, she decided to lift her face. She was almost surprised—of course, because this was not what she wanted to find; the smallest hint of disappointment on her stepfather's handsome face, no matter how much Abihirt tried to keep every detail of the reaction between them brief. The necklace left to her was indeed a lasting memory and Moreau was sure it was very-very precious. "I apologize." She still could not take it for granted that Abihirt did not want to prosecute anything at the moment. There was an impact where her heart felt like it was being crushed. Staring at the man made her eyes sting and heat up. To the time that kept crawling forward... would soon be accompanied by seepage of water and Moreau would not be able to hold back. Perhaps Abihirt understood how worry controlled the fear in her mind, so the man hugged instead of saying angry. Hugging after letting her tremble as if this was an unexpected outburst of trouble. "N
There was only one step left, so Moreau should have been able to finish this sooner. She swallowed harshly. A moment of staring at the doorknob with great fear before finally being overwhelmed by the determined action of pressing and pushing inside. Perhaps she did so in such a hurry, that the sound that broke the surface immediately attracted someone there. Who would have thought that Abihirt would be towering in front of the translucent glass, while the man's gray eyes were assaulted by the view from outside. There was something Moreau couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt—then—Abihirt was daydreaming, because after all... detecting the man's response; little could be expressed in the odd way that Abihirt acted oddly upon realizing her presence. There were no words. No sentence was even close to being uttered. Silence. And yet, in those moments of near—closeness, Moreau felt how her heart rumbled loudly. Like it didn't want to stop. It was still hammering and sh
"Why don't you come with me, Juan? I'm afraid to go in alone." Everything was supposed to be fine—no; actually—a little fine, until Juan's shocking confession almost made the whole stability of Moreau's mind and how she had desperately fought for, now suddenly fall apart. Juan's decision seemed so absolute, though Moreau still hoped the man would suddenly change his mind and then they could settle this whole matter quickly. Unfortunately, the faint shaking response was something so real. It had such an impact that Moreau almost forgot how to breathe properly. She turned her face out the window, glancing around the place. Not ready to go down yet. Almost desperate at the thought of being so close to Abihirt. What was the man currently doing in there? Busy with some important business? "Just accompany me for a moment." Once again Moreau tried to persuade. This time really craving how Juan would agree. She looked up at the man, but was always met with the