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From the need to clean up the backyard to the kitchen, Caroline's body suddenly jerked and froze as she found Abihirt's tall form turning his back to her with shoulders that looked solid. She never expected him to come home early. Before leaving, Moreau had said a few things and left a message for Abihirt who seemed to be busy cutting something. The sound of the knife touching the cutting mat sounded so real. Through such a careful action. Caroline quickly controlled herself and stepped closer. There was still a need to get to know the employer who tended to be so familiar. She just had a little trouble remembering some of the recent events. Perhaps slowly Caroline would soon gain the knowledge. "Sir ...." She spoke quite carefully. There was absolutely no intention of startling Abihirt while the man was being serious, so perhaps her empl
Forbidden Agreements Sick
"Because you lied to Mrs. Voudly, now I'm really sick." Moreau spoke with an uncomfortable urgency after hearing the clatter of someone approaching. She felt cold all the time, and had just decided to take shelter under the thick blanket. It was quite a relief to be able to sleep in Juan's bed, considering there was only one room here with the man always sharing a bed with someone, if Juan's lover was not busy with work. However, the man had certainly followed Moreau's departure. Now towering over her with his arms folded across his chest. Juan clucked and flopped down on the long sofa. For a moment the man inhaled and exhaled a little roughly. Playing with his own hair with a skeptical look in his eyes. "You're not sick because I lied. That's just a coincidence. The truth is that you refused to eat since noon or afternoon when I offered you something to get into your stomach." Moreau had expected it. She was becoming more and more convinced that Juan was actually gathering
Forbidden Agreements A Gift: Apologies
A faint knock on the door caught Moreau's attention. She immediately looked back while trying to adjust her sitting position leaning against the headboard, waiting for Juan to step inside, the strangest thing was, the man always had no sense of decorum, especially since this was just a shared room. Juan should have exercised his full rights, not have to knock; ask permission to simply step inside or do whatever was left. "Come in, Juan. I'm hungry." There was a feeling of tension as she watched the door handle move. Someone rapped firmly, but it barely occurred to Moreau that she would find Abihirt walking in with something in hand. The plastic burger that was then handed over so close in front of her. She frowned. Wondering where the man had gotten the item from. Robbing from Juan? Very unethical if it did happen. "What are you doing here?" After a moment Moreau finally asked the question, half annoyed. She held her head high, acting very bold and not caring at all that
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There was a slight difference, it was worth underlining. She was a little scared in the face of his hoarse and deep voice as he turned stern. Saying nothing more, she immediately grabbed the plastic burger, wanting to look inside the contents, but was a little surprised to find a solidly stitched cloth with both legs and hands in funny lumps. One of Moreau's eyebrows rose high as she lifted the object out. A stuffed panda. However, it felt a little wet. "What's this for?" She asked in surprise, hoping for a quick answer as she scrutinized Abihirt's face, which was damn handsome with a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead. The man's fingers seemed to have repeatedly adjusted what was left. It should be noted that the messy dark hair was already a bit long, but maybe... Barbara was not in the mood to ask her husband to trim it. Fuck that. Whatever her mother wanted was not something Moreau needed to interfere with. Faintly... she detected Abihirt's lips s
Forbidden Agreements The Answer
Irony. Whatever Moreau was doing never escaped the glint in Abihirt's gray eyes. She felt particularly nervous when her stepfather appeared to be waiting for something, perhaps placing the plastic garbage under the foot of the bed, and downing the full glass of water in the bottle she had bought with Juan that day. Moreau would never forget to bring it with her everywhere, even to this place... had just set it down on the nightstand, then glanced at her stepfather with an unexpected feeling. Moreau's breath hitched, then pulled the blanket over herself. "If you don't want to go home. You can wait on the sofa or go meet Juan outside, I want to rest." She added while adjusting her position to lie down. Not so fast. Well, not when Abihirt switched to sitting with half of his body facing her, while one of the man's hands made sure to wrap around Moreau's ribs as he pressed against the mattress. "Juan said you felt cold most of the day." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice almost subc
Forbidden Agreements She Knows
The light of tendrils penetrating through the glass window, which Moreau had forgotten to cover last night, slowly made her frown. She immediately jerked awake, then looked back just to confirm something .... Her stepfather was on her back and shirtless. For a moment Moreau was transfixed by Abihirt's sleeping face. How calm, almost perfect. The man's breathing was regular, seemingly still too deep for Moreau to take any wrong action. She only intended to get up, wanting to pick up the cloth that was scattered carelessly. However, she stopped when her bright blue irises stared at the flat object the man had placed on the nightstand. So close. Moreau didn't know whether she should act recklessly or let the sudden curiosity go to waste. It seemed that the more she held back, the more it would make things a restless blob. Moreau's
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"What are you doing, Moreau?" It was as if the man had just realized something... immediately jolted awake by the scattered shock there. Moreau swallowed harshly to face Abihirt's unreadable dark look. The man rubbed his face roughly, then passed over Moreau's body to simply grab the cell phone on the nightstand. Not knowing if she had left a trace, but Moreau noticed how Abihirt's lips thinned to then glare at her for a moment, as if the man had discovered something and decided not to say it. Just massaging the sturdy-looking bridge of his nose... for a moment, then one of the man's arms reached out to simply land the back of a hand on her forehead, making Moreau have to hold her breath. "Feeling better already?" A question that she could not understand whether it was a concern from A
Forbidden Agreements Long Story
Moreau's bright blue irises did not break eye contact for a moment, even though Juan was looking at her as if the man wanted to drink in some statement that had to be seriously elaborated. It was so odd to find Juan staring straight there, with such a skeptical look on his face. Much to Moreau's consternation, she had repeatedly tapped her fingers on her own lap and also arranged the strands of hair forward so that Juan would not find a reddish mark in the hollow of her neck. The man would grow suspicious. Moreau didn't want that to happen. "Can you stop looking at me like that, Juan? I'm uncomfortable." She spoke, but while adjusting the tapping of her hand into a faint squeeze on the hem of her thick furry coat there. "Why is that? You owe me many stories, Amiga. Now tell me, where did Mr. Lincoln sleep last night? He didn't leave the room after suddenly standing at the door of the house when I came home from the tavern, and even took over the burger I was supposed to bri
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