Moreau could hardly comment on the futuristic house she had just entered. Beside her, Abihirt walked, as if he had only one intention of leading them somewhere. Not knowing what kind of space and where they would end up. Moreau turned her head occasionally, realizing that the walls had an eerie feel to them. She couldn't understand why Abihirt would choose a time like this, when they hadn't even told Barbara about—at least the excuses that were being made. Or perhaps Abihirt had, and the man had deliberately made her miss such information so that she would not tell her mother. Not after desperately coming to terms with the ambiguous feelings during the journey. "Wait here for a moment. I have some business." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice surfaced. Moreau held her breath as the man took a wide step just to make sure she stayed waiting. Every now and then she would drop her gaze to the leather-colored couch, then return to watching her stepfather's shoulder disappear behind the wi
Moreau's voice caught in the back of her throat shortly after Abihirt's hand was extended to bring her face up. Those gray eyes implied many things. Moreau did not understand where they would begin and end. As her stepfather's face drew closer, she remained helpless to avoid the large role between them. Instinct always fought hard; reminding, but on the other hand Moreau knew any effort would end in futility, other than allowing Abihirt's actions to almost cross the line. The man's eyes were so stern, then slowly closed just to begin the soft touch of lips. For a few moments Moreau glared, holding her hands in the air. Not daring to hold on to any part of her stepfather's body. She still had her eyes open and pounding for one obvious reason, until Abihirt's fingertips slipped into her brunet hair. Pressing their faces closer together, while the man's mouth began to move, seemingly trying to rob the kiss of its
[Where have you been, Moreau? Your father's cell phone can't be reached either. Why are you guys so united in not giving me any news?"] Moreau put away the handheld cell phone for a moment before catching her breath to calm down. She stared at Abihirt's face for a while and immediately broke eye contact after finding the right excuse. "I have extra training, Mom. And will probably be home late. No need to wait for me." About Abihirt. Moreau did not want to bring the man into the conversation. Let her stepfather handle the rest of the floating business with Barbara—after this. At the very least, until the sound of the cell phone was no longer revealed between them, Moreau quickly prepared the necessities to snatch up the cloth lying on the floor. She glanced at Abihirt so that her stepfather would understand. Understood enough that the man finally made his way to the corner of the room to simply place the feathered whip back into the storied shelf. The handsome face turned as
Moreau looked deeper into those gray eyes. It was easy enough to understand. She wasn't going to let time pass any longer just to keep the man waiting. After stepping outside, her hand went straight to the keys and she quickly got into her own car after Gabriel was seen talking with Abihirt. At the very least, Moreau needed to drive into the courtyard. She did everything she needed to do carefully. Taking a few breaths after turning off the car engine. Just needed to step into the house and not put salt in the wound that might make her mother suspicious. Moreau's hand tentatively took hold of the doorframe. As she pushed, she glanced around before stepping inside. Barbara was nowhere to be seen, but Moreau didn't know whether to feel relieved or more pressed. Still with her cautious actions revealed, she began to close the door without wanting to leave a single sound. It should have been like that. There s
Barbara's breathing was ragged after getting rid of her husband's body. She pulled the blanket higher, then clung to the arm of Abihirt, the man who had left her completely satisfied tonight. While occasionally nuzzling the hard core muscles, Barbara looked up at Abihirt's marvelous face. Her husband was deep in thought as he scrolled through a lit cell phone. "I may be a little late in telling you, but there will be a fashion show in Paris the day after tomorrow. I was chosen as one of the designers who has to showcase my designs. Do you mind if I go away for a while, Darling?" After peeking at Abihirt's activities while checking incoming emails, Barbara moved her attention back to her husband's face. The man's eyebrows raised high in response to her statement, so she hurriedly moved her hand to rub Abihirt's clay chest. Intending to seduce her husband into giving her permission. "How long will you be there?"
Moreau's breath hitched and began to give up on continuing the rest of the way down the second floor hallway. She had woken up a little late in the day because of the events of last night. There was something to ask Barbara about the jacket the woman had borrowed, but her mother's whereabouts were nowhere to be found. Moreau didn't know whether she should venture into the woman's room or not. The suspicion that Barbara, as well as her stepfather, had already left for the office seemed to be pressing very hard. Moreau thought-she needed to do things quietly and later... would tell Barbara via voice mail. The jacket she wanted right now was one of her late father's prized possessions. She couldn't stand it if Barbara didn't intend to give her instructions on how to return it. Either she forgot, or she was too excited about the furry material that would feel so soft. Glancing around, Moreau soon ventured to the ot
Overcome with a sense of indecision Moreau tried to push aside a pile of cloth so she could search more clearly. "Did you ever see my mother wearing a furry jacket in a dark brown color?" she asked seriously. "Dark brown like the color of your hair?" Instead of offering an answer. Her stepfather questioned back. Moreau never thought Abihirt would tower so close. The man was only a short distance behind. She could feel how their bodies occasionally intersected. Over time Moreau would become accustomed to the firm and slightly hard texture, even the long flowing hair seemed to want the added sensation, though in the end she was surprised to realize Abihirt seemed to be enjoying the scent of her hair silently. "What are you doing?" Moreau asked again when they faced ea
"It will be safer with the doctor." At the effort Abihirt tried to offer, it made Moreau roll her eyes lazily. Her decision was still the same. It would never change no matter how many times she was pressured. It just so happened that she still had the interest to argue after being pushed from so many directions. "Listen, Abi. We have a deal, I think the problem is solved. You forced me to see a doctor... then I have to explain a few things. First, you put me in this position. Second, I told you that the doctor would ask questions. Doctor will find out when I'm fertile and who I'm with. There's no way I can deal with that as long as you're my stepfather." Moreau spelled out everything in her mind for too long. She instinctively tossed her hair back while rubbing her rough face. Hardly believing that Abihirt would respond to her outburst so memorably.