Knowing the Truth

"So, can you explain to me why your family wasn't at the wedding yesterday?"

Moreau would not be put off any longer by her curiosity after her accidental encounter with Froy. It was strange to know Abihirt was related by blood to her former lover, but Froy was nowhere to be seen on the wedding day. Now she was beginning to doubt what Abihirt's unrevealed thoughts were. Moreau feared that Abihirt was ultimately a dangerous man, while she and her mother had become involved in a committed relationship with him.

Moreau's fingers unconsciously tightened waiting for Abihirt to say something, at least a little, even though the man seemed to be so preoccupied with reading the file she had brought at Barbara's request. How serious... Abihirt's cold face was unbelievably handsome. Moreau swallowed roughly. Trying not to be mesmerized - unwilling to stare at the man's face any longer. She preferred to move her attention around the office.

It was a beautiful place. Almost every corner of the space was covered in futuristic designs. Moreau's bright blue irises began to stick to the wall overhanging the outside view, which was almost entirely glass. For whatever reason, Abihirt had asked her to wait a little longer here, just to sit in front of the man who was moving his arms so elegantly and sexily as he embellished his signature on the paper. Moreau accidentally witnessed this. Just as apparently, Abihirt did not forget to submit a reply.

"My family is at the wedding. You're the one who doesn't know them."

"But Froy-"

"Froy is a little boy who shouldn't have been invited."

The sentence at the end of Moreau's throat was cut off. Abihirt said something first that almost involuntarily made her lips half open. She blinked immediately and somehow the eye contact between them left something that felt so tense.

Moreau chuckled-knowing that she shouldn't be affected by her stepfather. After all, there was one thing in Moreau's mind that strongly rejected Abihirt's statement. "Froy is not a child anymore. He's 23 years old now," she snapped, but that remark caught Abihirt's attention enough to raise one eyebrow high.

Those gray eyes seemed to be trying to glare into her. Suddenly Moreau sensed a nervousness around them. The way Abihirt smoothed the important file in the man's hand was sturdy and manly, leaving behind memories of the night's events. Moreau almost bit her lower lip. She soon realized Abihirt was still staring sternly at her.

"Froy is my nephew. I know what his habits are like. Probably like you. The boy's mind is still too unstable. There was only his mother there, did Froy not introduce you to his mother so you did not recognize my sister's arrival?"

"What do you mean?" Moreau's eyebrows knitted together in incomprehension. Her lips were now, indeed, half open waiting for Abihirt to say something straightforward.

"You and Froy used to date, didn't you?"

And after the man did. Moreau immediately stared in disbelief. Wondering how Abihirt had discovered that fact. What Froy, or perhaps Abihirt had been doing, but she had no idea. Their family relationship was too complicated. It would be further complicated by the fact that Moreau was desperate to forget. She had no choice but to ask her stepfather.

"Did Froy tell you? When did he tell you we were dating?"

"I have your personal profile."

Moreau's eyelids narrowed suspiciously. "You found out about me?" she asked again. "Why did you do it?" Then continued in a firmer tone.

"I fucked you. Felt the need to know a little, because you should know what your mom is like. Too happy to work, we rarely talked about anything outside of work. Barbara loved her job more than anything."

Although all of Abihirt's statements were true. However, the man's silence could not be taken for granted. At least Abihirt would know more about her. Moreau didn't want that to happen, but what could she do? Abihirt had already read the living souls, or perhaps the ones Moreau had never even thought about. She shook her head faintly and heard Abihirt let out a rough breath.

The fact that he was the first man to fuck Moreau, it made Abihirt feel a little uneasy. The night before the wedding unfolded was still like a seesaw being swung violently. He remembered much more about how Moreau's body felt than Barbara's even though they had done it more often.

Abihirt was trying to be professional as a surrogate father. Moreau was too naive to think he didn't want more. Luckily, self-control was something he had enough of and Abihirt could act as if everything was in order. He did not want to imagine Moreau's slightly glum expression here, igniting something between them.

"You're already late for training, Moreau. Juan Baker is probably waiting for you."

A moment of silence and holding her breath. Abihirt's statement for the millionth time left Moreau with a big question mark.

"How do you know about Juan?"

Perhaps it was still directly related to her personal data in Abihirt's hands, but Moreau just wanted to make sure it was important enough for Abihirt to consider it a revelation.

Juan Baker was indeed her dance partner. They were always together at every opportunity in training or at competitions. Abihirt was probably right, that Juan was waiting at the rehearsal hall. Moreau shouldn't let time pass just to wait for Abihirt to drop a hint. The man was quite mysterious-he was staring intensely, even as Moreau made the decision to leave the office that was still a thing of studied beauty.

She touched the door handle. Closing her eyes briefly to calm herself down-she could barely contain the fact that her stepfather was still so young and quite dangerous.