The ringing of the cell phone in the morning was the only thing that made Moreau's forehead furrow. She had to struggle to open her eyes despite feeling very reluctant. With one hand outstretched towards the table, she tried to finger the flat object. Looked at it briefly, but in an instant... was immediately surprised to find her mother's name written on it.
This was not unusual. Perhaps there was something to be conveyed that Moreau's mind was overwhelmed with a strong urge not to miss anything, or even to keep her mother waiting. "Yes, Mom?" [Did you just wake up?] Moreau rubbed her rough face after first hearing Barbara's voice from the other side. The woman would have immediately guessed and wasOr perhaps, Abihirt could offer an empty seat there, but the man had no interest at all, which made Moreau thin her lips. She needed to remember something. There was no special relationship between them. Abihirt liked sadistic sex, while the man couldn't get any of that from Barbara. "My mother wants to talk to you." A submissive. Moreau understood. She immediately looked down. Waiting for Abihirt to receive the cell phone that was still connected with Barbara. After this would make sure to never cross the line that had been positioned for her. Hoping Abihirt would think about the last statement yesterday, before she left the room. "I'm with Caroline if you're done ...." Moreau did not want to wait any longer here. Didn't want to hear any conversation, or stay silent like there was nothing to do. Deliberately telling Abihirt about where the man could look for her later, and so that nothing forbidden w
"If I may know, who is Juan, Miss?" "My figure skating partner. We've been friends since childhood. I already think of him as my own brother. Juan is a friendly person. You might be happy to meet him." Tostada was almost gone in Moreau's hands. One bite and she was done. Coincidentally, Abihirt suddenly appeared-something like stopping the man for a moment, yes, about a few seconds the man finally took a step closer. It was enough to put Moreau's cell phone on the table. Chicao was in the man's arms. Without saying anything else, Abihirt was about to leave the kitchen. Something that should not have been prevented, Moreau had no intention of asking her stepfather to stop. "Your breakfast, sir." However, that was exactly what she never thought of. Caroline looked tense when Abihirt seemed to stop, though it didn't take long for the man to resume his steps. "What do you think of that man, Caroline?" Instea
[Where do you want to take me?] After Juan's lightning-fast reply. Moreau slowly tapped the corner of her phone against her chin as she thought about which entertainment space to choose for them to go to this afternoon. She yearned for a place of freedom, past the few places where her mother's restraints felt so binding. It just so happened that she wasn't here. Moreau was sure Abihirt wouldn't forbid it either, or perhaps meddle in a matter that wasn't on his list of interests at all. With the tendrils of a smile curling the corners of her lips, Moreau quickly moved both thumbs across the phone screen. [Any suggestions?] She wanted Juan to choose a place. Often the man was more adept at thinking about shared pleasures, though sometimes Barbara's various warnings tried to ruin some parts of their togetherness. Morea
"Very well, Miss. I'll see him soon." That was all that was left. Caroline then turned around. The faint sound of Moreau's bedroom door closing immediately invaded her mind, while she still had no choice but to walk straight to a different room. It was so close. Caroline's heart was beating hard when she was in front of her employer's room. The man didn't make a sound. However, that was what Caroline found most often. Abihirt was like the quietest voice behind a loudly thumping wall. There was no exception that she still remembered quite a bit of the man. The lump in Caroline's throat sounded rough as she took a determined action to declare her presence. Just as she was in front of the door to Moreau's room, it took some time to simply wait, but Caroline again swallowed harshly detecting the door handle moving downward. The cold face appeared, almost giving Caroline a violent fright. She instinctively ducked as she extended an arm towards her employer. "Madame Barbara's leg
"Are you sure that Abi will come after you to Paris?" Barbara shrugged her shoulders for a moment not to respond directly to Samuel's question. She walked tentatively, swaying her hips in front of the man's hungry gaze. "Abi promised earlier. I know my husband so well, he wouldn't break it." Smiling, Barbara extended an arm to simply fix the collar of the white shirt as Samuel prepared to make the journey home. "Are you leaving now?" she asked reassuringly. A sudden, 'must', and quite surprising call from the rest of the pending office business. There had been a bit of trouble from a big project at Samuel's company, but Barbara was sure the man would work it out just fine. Instead, they had to take the strangest option here. Letting Samuel go was the only way, even if it meant giving up their original plans. The fashion show would start tonight. With Samuel gone, Barbara didn't mind if Abihirt finally agreed to come. The conversation over Moreau's cell phone at least gav
Moreau will take Juan for a joyride. They needed to do something more. Drinking, for example. Like the last time Moreau had done even though it had emphasized how she was stranded in the bed of someone-who was getting married one day later... with her mother. Moreau's long, ragged sigh thought about some parts inappropriately. A glass of wine didn't sound so bad to burn off the arid edges of her throat. Juan still looked hesitant, but Moreau found pure idiosyncrasy in the man, who wanted more. The occasional experiment wouldn't be a big deal for them."You are so tense, Juan. Calm down, I'm treating you tonight." Moreau patted the man's shoulder as Juan very awkwardly placed a hand on the slippery surface of the bar counter. The wine glass was handed closer. Moreau nodded gently at the bartender, then slid one into Juan's hand. "We are here to have fun. Release your tension, handsome man. All the women are
"Sitting alone, beautiful?" "Holly shit!" A man was just about to put an ass next to an empty seat. However, he suddenly cursed as Moreau looked over thoughtfully. Was there some kind of crisis, and the man wasn't trying to solve it instead of just making sure the wish was fulfilled? Moreau wondered incomprehensibly. Struggling hard not to think about the part she felt would be difficult. Now, deliberately letting the man get so close. Not saying anything was left, as if there were indeed lumps to hide. "Why are you looking at me like I'm a monster?" Couldn't stand it. Moreau finally asked the question, though every now and then she would look back to find Juan moving his body to the extreme, then the man beside her just trying to find something to say. "You're the girl Abi took to the hotel room that time, right?"
She was struggling not to overstep her bounds. It was impossible to say outright that she was a mistress. Someone who had to serve her stepfather... that was the most superficial and painful point.The sound of the glass clinking, almost settling, was an attempt to sink into the subconscious. This was extremely enjoyable. Moreau was not worried when she had to blink several times, while Roki seemed too at home to be by her side, even if he did not do anything at all, perhaps the man's cell phone had been tucked back into his suit pocket. Moreau did not want to question anything after facing a bout of dizziness in the head. [The girl you slept with that night was at the same club. I was with her. She's already starting to get drunk]. Abihirt read the new series of messages with a calm expression on his face. Roki's trick to get him to follow him there, then they would end up drinking themselves into a stupor. Abi
"You mean, my mother is doing anything that could be called cheating?" asked Moreau not with any inclination to be sure, as if something was trying to urge her to fish for how far Abihirt could go. It took a while before the deep, husky voice was heard. "What else could it be?" Abihirt was justifying anything. Anything that ended up being an odd blob in Moreau's mind. Not understanding why the man chose to remain silent when her stepfather was the most knowledgeable of Barbara's faults. And to underline, they were all in similar circles. Doing things not much different. Endless betrayals.However, it would be fairer not to delay the desire to know Abihirt's true reasons. Moreau swallowed roughly, momentarily making sure that she touched the man's shoulder. "You know everything my mother did behind your back, why not talk to her directly? At the very least, until my mother no longer has a relationship with Samuel." The pause between them was suddenly thi
There was something odd about Moreau struggling to interpret Abihirt's statement. She didn't want to go too far, let alone take over Barbara's bed for a night. Such an unethical part. However, her mind still didn't want to. "Probably best not to." Still with the same residual need. Moreau could feel how parched her throat was, but she didn't need a splash of water just to make things feel better. There was nothing to soothe, even as Abihirt's fingertips had—slowly—lifted Moreau's face up, while the man's fingers also tentatively brushed across the surface of parted lips. "It's getting late, Abi. Aren't you tired—" Moreau's voice was held at the tip of her throat. Not because she was forced to close her mouth. However, Abihirt's idiosyncratic approach was completely indecipherable when the man dropped a light kiss on the lips, then lifted her body just like the act of moving a large doll—not heavy, but had to be quite careful when crashing on the bed. I
Now Moreau's attention quickly fell on the surface of the soft mattress, where some sinister image of her mother and stepfather's romance continued here like something painfully incarnate. She never wanted to be caught between potentially painful things. Six months had not yet been completed, but Moreau was already overwhelmed—not by how Abihirt would be rough in bed; but rather... she felt; sort of bound by the urge not to share the man with anyone—not even her mother, though Barbara was the most entitled. This was very wrong. Moreau recognized that. Just couldn't control the forbidden ego when the survival instinct had taken over. She was afraid this would end up worse. More painful; like having to plunge into more violent feelings—then, there was no way out. "Are you going to stay there until sunrise or until your mother comes home?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice almost sounded like something urgent—demanding Moreau to be dragged to the surface, so she had
Now Moreau was seized by the same tension as earlier. Her eyes moved restlessly, hardly knowing that she had a purpose here. Things were not in good order, though that was why they still needed a reason. "Chicao made me chase her all the way to my mother's room. That's all." Yes, that was it. She did not feel obliged to explain things to her stepfather. "It's not because you secretly did something to me?" Woefully, Moreau could not think straight. In the end she knew Abihirt would not hide the man's knowledge long term. There were no answers. None could be found. Moreau swallowed harshly again. Suddenly her tongue was very groggy. Afraid that Abihirt would ask her something that was still relevant. "Why aren't you sleeping?" Fortunately, no. This time Moreau was a bit adept at controlling something inside her that was so gray. "I was just watching. Wanted to go to my room, but Chicao wandered off with a bell around her neck," and replied almost
Moreau felt her entire pulse and heart forced to speed up. The loud voice in her chest was pounding. She gasped for a moment. Stunned. Almost too afraid at the thought of having just been caught doing something forbidden. Abihirt would probably be angry anyway, the man still seemed to be trying to understand the situation around him. Still learning things... where the inappropriate part was finding someone else here. Something like a new event. Moreau continued to watch every single thing Abihirt did. Staring nervously and swallowing quite hard; hoping not to hear a throaty sound like a big splutter. "What are you doing here, Moreau?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice resembled a croak, as if the man had been completely immersed, so it took a while to recover a lost memoir. In fact, with the remnants of sleepiness still pervading, her stepfather would blink a few times, rubbing his rough face, then Moreau would find the man would not leave eye contact between them.
No idea what made such a distinction. She was sure there were many secrets inside Abihirt and wanted the man to let them out, but her stepfather chose not to try just once. Perhaps it wasn't as if Moreau knew that Abihirt was sick enough of Barbara's infidelity to decide to retaliate in a more devious way. Her position was on the line. Moreau understood how she had been used as an outlet. Just couldn't help herself when she started to like the man. Idiot. She smiled bitterly at the thought of buying foolishness. Abihirt would not try to fall for another, while only towards Barbara was the man so in love. It was, sort of, a thing; truly pathetic. Silently taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Moreau tentatively extended a fingertip to simply brush across her stepfather's upper arm. Feeling every touch there, was probably what Barbara did most often anyway. There was still no specific reaction where the man's hand remained flexed in a position forming the angle
The corner of Moreau's lips twitched faintly. No idea why this felt like something that seemed to give her leverage. Barbara really knew how to charm Abihirt, while she had never given the slightest thought to simply seeking the man's attention. It felt unnecessary—perhaps, and a little inappropriate. "It's nice to be petted by your master, doesn't it?" Still lightly stroking Chicao's soft fur. Moreau tilted her face slightly as she thought about things. She wasn't talking about the touch of Abihirt's hand on the man's pet—just something that came closest—when they started to want each other; venting everything they held back, even if it was a big mistake; as Chicao suddenly twisted her body. Almost simply making a circular pattern, following the tail that was also wagging. However, Moreau never expected Abihirt's dog to run away immediately. "Wait, Chicao. Where are you going?" The prospect of where Chicao was headed was terrifying. Moreau didn't want them t
There was not much to do after Barbara left home. It's worth pointing out that Moreau still took a disobedient course of action—deliberately deciding to watch until quite late with so little interest in climbing the steps, but she had to. She and her mother did not strike up much of a conversation after Barbara's last statement at the dinner table. Their complicated relationship could not be said to be entirely at fault, though it was. Moreau couldn't expect things to go well, while they knew Barbara always wanted what she thought was right—then never wanted to try to take the place of simply standing in someone's point of view; no matter if it was wrong or not. It would have been the worst decision if Moreau hadn't expressed all the disgust in her mind, because after all, they knew what finally made Barbara stop from wanting to see Abihirt's expensive watch in person. The man is sleeping .... There was something Moreau could not describe when thinking back
Dinner would not have been so awkward if the events of the previous afternoon had never happened. Moreau had just sat directly in front of Barbara who had said nothing, even though the woman knew they had resolved the conflict by hanging perhaps, but there was really nothing more to talk about. She didn't think owning expensive things was a mistake. Or perhaps Barbara was waiting for someone else. Moreau just realized Abihirt was nowhere to be seen. Normally, the man would have been at the dinner table earlier; keeping Barbara company. Strange. If she had to admit something; she was still interested in just taking a step back—about the man's pale face when he persuaded Barbara to leave her room. Perhaps the correlation between the two was quite plausible. Moreau silently exhaled air from her lips, a little accidentally noticing that Caroline had prepared a special dinner—a healthy meal for the man who was not present here. The woman hadn't even left yet. Had it not bee