Unfortunately, just one faint shake of the head was all it took for her to understand there was an intended prohibition to their secrecy. No, there wasn't. There was something to be said for Abihirt's need to buy freedom in her life. Moreau would never agree that the man would ultimately control everything; such as the desire to enjoy a moment with another. "I might consider it, Juan. But I need permission from my mother—"Suddenly her cell phone was forcibly snatched away. Moreau wanted to protest, but she didn't have enough time when Abihirt's deep, raspy voice said something, leaving her speechless. "Moreau isn't going anywhere." Then, turn off the phone line without any guilt. "You—why did you do that?" asked Moreau half-angrily, barely able to choose the most appropriate words or simply drop her attention to the cell phone tossed carelessly on the bed—though eventually having to look up to observe Abihirt's face for as long as the man re
"No. We'll go separately. I have some things to finish. You can wait for me and we'll meet at the theater." However, there were ideas that were difficult to accept well. It would be easier to travel with Juan, rather than being stuck in a situation like Abihirt's statement. "A busy man like you should have given me permission to go with my friend. Don't bother taking the initiative to do something you can't." Wouldn't that have been better? Moreau immediately took a long look at her stepfather's face. Hoping Abihirt would soften a bit, but the tendency to be silent was ingrained in the man. There was nothing left and suddenly she felt a lick; urgent, forcing them to kiss hotly. "My mom's only gone for a while, Abi. She'll probably be back soon." There was a process to making that a coincidence. Moreau made sure that she spoke directly in front of Abihirt's face when the link of their lips broke. However, the man did not care. Hunger. Great desire
The hard and sturdy looking cock at least gave Moreau some leverage. She did not know what else Abihirt would do, if the man did not fuck her right away. "I want you to lick it." One thing was said too plainly, instinctively making Moreau just stare, then blink repeatedly—hoping she wasn't misinterpreting something between them. "What?" she asked, just to be sure. "Your turn." One word spoken in short bursts. After Abihirt had skillfully moved the man's mouth and tongue, Moreau was now asked to pay the price to make them even. "But you know I don't—" "Learn to do so." She had yet to finish the rest of the delayed sentence, and the man had already caught on to the direction of the conversation, as if already knowing the content of the thoughts hanging at the top of the head. Moreau was still so hesitant, however, despite always being in the middle of complicated situations. Abihirt suddenly pulled up her legs, then stopped at t
Moreau stared with a puzzled expression on her face, precisely because she was too green to comply with Abihirt's every whim with an implied delivery. For a moment, the man seemed to deliberately squeeze her breasts, then barely gave a warning to switch their positions—she was forced to turn around with her back to him while holding on to the bed. "Be a submissive girl when I enter you." A grip felt warm on her hips. Moreau swallowed harshly as she decided to turn half of her face away. Abihirt was on to something, managing to make her arch her body as the man's cock slowly entered between the open leg slits. Big and firm... it really gave Moreau full sensation. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the mattress just as Abihirt started to move. The man's thrusts sometimes always ended up being the crudest of intentions, so she thought someone with a different kind of sex drive like this would have intentions of destroying her body, though Abihirt was never seriou
Engulfed in a rough exhale, Moreau stared into Abihirt's gray eyes while keeping something dangling from the top of her head. Little did she realize that the man's chest was also heaving. This was about the matter and they were dealing with it, so she felt she had the right to ask her stepfather directly. "Did you also do something this rude to my mother?" Not knowing whether it was a fatal mistake or not. Moreau was willing to take the risk. Letting the silence take root for a while was like studying the situation between them, but slowly the man shook his head vaguely; giving Moreau a hint that she was facing the worst prospect. "Then why did you do such a rude thing to me?" she asked, almost bitterly. Still about the forbidden agreement. Perhaps this was the space where she should learn irony. "Don't you want it too?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice sounded like he was making sure. Moreau blinked briefly. What could be said? There were serious repercussio
"Sorry to trouble you, Caroline." Moreau had an uneasy feeling when she reached the kitchen, only to find that Caroline had finished almost all the work. She only had to wait for the dough that was still being fried in hot oil to cook. It wouldn't take much longer. The golden brown color had already begun to surface. There was also a melt that became a memorable part of the bowl and did not go unnoticed. "This is my duty, Miss. After all, Master asked for it directly. But I didn't see him. Didn't he leave with you earlier on important business?" "Who said that?" asked Moreau instinctively, almost unconsciously raising one high eyebrow while looking at Caroline's distorted face. "Just guessing when he asked me to keep the ballpoint pen he used.” The woman added a nervous smile, between the fear of misspeaking. However, Moreau would understand her. She shook her head vaguely—determined not to leave an odd impression on Caroline. "I just went to my r
It had been more than an hour since the movie had started. Moreau had no idea where Abihirt had gone, but the man never arrived at the place they had promised. She had even sent several messages, including the barcode of the movie ticket and none of them could imply the prospect that Abihirt would read it. Perhaps the man had never really intended to, had deliberately left Moreau waiting and ended up sitting almost alone here. It was necessary to underline the existence of the others—the audience who were enjoying the storyline. However, it was not the same as someone having said they would be present, even if they were not. Abihirt had a desire not to give Juan a chance. With irony, it made Moreau feel half annoyed. She had been desperately holding back by not agreeing to Juan's request—when the offer of a movie night was made again, while they knew Abihirt was making her hopes dashed. The man's purpose was uncertain, like a puzzle and Moreau had to swallow forcibly.
Abihirt seemed to have something to talk about, but they understood the moments where not to make even the slightest noise, though the man's excited breathing was still enough to leave an impression and Moreau did not want to get bogged down for too long. She probably needed to start things off by slightly avoiding anything that would make the situation feel complicated. They didn't deserve to hold hands. Nothing could describe the specifics of how they should behave, other than the full knowledge of something that could hardly be called a date with her mother's husband. How bitter. Moreau almost grinned sarcastically, then she hid her hand between the crack of her tightly clasped legs. Abihirt wouldn't be able to do anything more than insist that they start things without talking first. At the very least, she wanted to know what was holding her stepfather back for so long that he could barely be here. Office work? The business with Froy? Or perhaps Barbara had come to h
"Shouldn't we be going home? Why are you taking me to a hotel instead?" Moreau had sensed something unusual about Abihirt's decision from the start. Just waiting for the moment—the right moment to ask a question. At least here, when they were trapped in a room together. No one would interrupt, though she was wrong in her assumption, as a faint knock from outside immediately prompted the man to open the door. Moreau did not try to know who the person behind Abihirt's large body was. She did not want to deliberately shift her face just to risk a direct view. Let her stepfather speak for a moment. She didn't want to get involved in the conversation there either. Maybe it was just a custom as the owner relaying information to the hotel staff. It shouldn't be anything. Moreau kept waiting... until she finally noticed the new clothes in the man's hand. She instinctively looked down to scrutinize every single thing that clung to the body. They were still half damp. Need
Moreau was a little tense about the various reasons lodged in her mind. Abihirt's touch had caused an electric shock and the most important part was that the wound from Froy's actions might become apparent. That could be evidenced from Abihirt's suddenly silent facial expression, while the man's fingers moved slowly. It was as if he wanted to give her a light stroke, then instantly became a firm grip—not painful on her neck, but enough to scare Moreau. Worried that Abihirt would suddenly strangle her when the man was not in good control; angry perhaps, though there was still no specific reaction to be found, other than her stepfather remaining still. Or actually not .... "Why didn't you tell me this from the start?" the man asked in a voice that sounded like skepticism-disbelief. It almost made Moreau flinch and blink quickly so as not to arouse more suspicion. "Tell you what?" She understood where Abihirt was going with this. Intentionally feigning
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