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Pretending to be Okay
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 sRelated chapters
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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?"
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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
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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
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"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.
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After much deliberation, Moreau soon decided to make a decision-choosing a few boards of contraceptive pills in anticipation. Perhaps there was no need to overbuy. She was sure Abihirt would use a safety device like her first lesson last night. It would have been better that way, instead of Moreau having to pester the body with something that should have been too early, though that was the way to control their relationship. Men are always the ones with the most to gain. Moreau regretted even helplessly thinking about her anxiety. Feeling done, she returned the smile of the woman who had just handed over the change, then stepped outside the pharmacy. Abihirt was waiting in the parking lot exactly as Moreau had requested. She didn't want the man to get involved and it just so happened that her stepfather didn't respond excessively. Maybe a little objectionable, although now Moreau found Abihirt seriously l
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Moreau was a little surprised to find that Abihirt did not hesitate to take off his denim blue coat after transferring the cell phone to his pants pocket just to wrap the weakly tolerated body. The man immediately towered over her, giving Moreau a bit of a warning so that she confusedly went back to forgetting something similar. "Get in the car." It was a kind of order, but Moreau obeyed instinctively. She was just about to buckle up, when suddenly Abihirt bent down so close that he almost put the helpless-looking dog into she lap. "But, Abi. I'm scared...." Moreau didn't know if she would still refuse or if she should fight her doubts for the sake of one good. Abihirt would drive, though it did seem the man was substituting another way. "He won't bite you." It was only with that statement, though, that Moreau was finally willing to let in a small dodog-she didn't know much about their breeds, didn't try to find out, other than to carefully stroke the fur that felt so soft.
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"Thanks for the ride, Juan Baker. It's good to have you as a driver again." Moreau smiled in satisfaction when Juan's lips clucked lazily. The man glared sarcastically, but obviously not in earnest. It was a joke that was meant to be serious and now Moreau was preparing to get out of the car. First, her shod feet slid onto the step of the lawn in front of the house. Juan wouldn't have been interested in being invited in after he knew Barbara was always the first to arrive, despite having some business to attend to at the office. Perhaps a little fed up with the woman's restrictions, which involved the two of them stealing time to enjoy the fresh air after a long training crisis. "I'll go in first." Moreau glanced at Juan with a coquettish wink. Making sure she was now fully standing and staring at the man's face through the car window. "Don't forget to let me know when you arrive and put your ass on the bed," she added to which Juan raised one exasperated hand while rolling his
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The bathrobe had just been wrapped around her body, but suddenly Moreau had to face the sound of a knock on the door of the room that vaguely seemed to be in a hurry. She raised one high eyebrow wondering who was there and miraculously became suspicious of one person. Abihirt. Moreau snorted rudely just imagining what the man wanted. She would strongly object if he asked them to do something here, in this room when Barbara was even home. With a loud stomp of her foot she had no choice but to step towards the door. The remnants of the knocking sound were still trying to be urgent. It gave Moreau a slight sense of annoyance to simply curse Abihirt in her head. She immediately touched the doorframe, completely forgetting the drops of water in her wet hair that occasionally fell on the floor, and hoping to have a very good talk with the man now. "If you ask me to serve you tonight, I won't!"
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