She and Juan got a surprise call to meet at the training center. At first Moreau thought there was something sudden that they couldn't guess, or some other danger that was never expected to show up in abundance. However, the knowledge of Abihirt's departure a moment ago, had left enough information in her mind to truly believe that all these coincidences connected them to a relevant interest.
“What do you think your father was doing in Mr. Pablo's office earlier?” Juan's voice whispered very close and how Moreau could feel the man's touch instinctively on her shoulder. When she looked up, she found Juan's chin so close to the top of her head that she quickly pushed the man away by pressing the surface of his chest until Juan was pushed back an inch. “Maybe you shouldn't ask me that, Juan. Because I don't know why he was here when we were suddenly summoned.” Moreau took a few steps toward the empty bench—it would fit both her and Juan if the latter did the saMoreau waited for the right moment after her mother had left the house. Little did she know that Abihirt had not acted so conspicuously when he came home last night; acting as if nothing was hidden and they were getting along just fine. Something that wasn't quite fair. It should have been. However, there was nothing to be said. Moreau had no right to interfere. Didn't want to appear to be disapproving of Abihirt's decision, even though the significant reaction within her seemed to be an unsolvable crisis. She sighed—hoping it would help not to imagine anything. There was only one overall goal. To her, after some questioning, Caroline said Abihirt did not make morning runs or accompanying Chicao to playgrounds a routine to please the dog. It was information that immediately made Moreau understand where her stepfather was at the moment; a room transformed into a physical training center. She had seen Barbara leading some people through the renovation—even adding weights
The deep, raspy voice broke in almost too suddenly. Moreau had to blink a few times until she could reconcile the pounding in her heart, which was beating violently. There was no warning that Abihirt would soon be towering over her. The man's face was drenched in sweat with a few damp strands of hair falling across his forehead. A pristine view in the morning. Moreau couldn't understand why her mother would pass up something beautiful like this when Barbara herself could choose to be with the woman's husband for a little longer—say... not have to rush off on a trip to the office, and if that were the case... she was sure her mother would have no qualms about keeping Abihirt here,—just here—doing the rest of the things one could imagine with a wild mind. Woe, that was a very dirty shadow. Moreau blinked a few times and was unexpectedly choked by Abihirt's presence so close. Barely leaving any distance. She had to take determined action to simply walk a few steps b
The need to fuck is already unstoppable as Moreau faces the hot sting of whatever Abihirt does. She was already fully naked. The man's fingertips expertly stripped away the remaining fabric one by one, and suddenly pressed her against the wall of the room. Moreau immediately held her breath detecting Abihirt dropping his mouth on the line of her shoulder. It was so gentle, even his other touches had undeniably made an impact. She desperately allowed one of the man's hands to squeeze across her breast with a similarly tight grip, while the shape of the small bites around the recesses of her neck seemed to assure that it would leave a reddish mark. Moreau was helpless, but she tried to hold on tight as she pressed her palms against the wall in front of her. Abihirt's fondling released a searing sensation. She was literally smoldering under every detail the man's tongue ran over, leaving an impressive trail of wetness and heat. "Abi, can you stop for a second?"
In addition, Moreau could admire every detail of her stepfather's handsome face that looked sexy when he was aroused. With the man's lips sometimes open and hissing words faintly. She also could not hold back any longer from the need to move a hand to simply touch Abihirt's jaw there. In the state of still being pressed down, Moreau's whole body seemed to want to shake, but she soon bit her lip lightly. Closed her eyes. Letting the pleasure begin to slowly creep in that was truly unforgettable. With an excited gasp, Moreau really clung to her stepfather's body tightly. Perhaps understanding a little that she was touching the stitched scars on the man's shoulder—accidentally recognizing the shredded texture, though still feeling how Abihirt was pounding her gently below. "Oh... Moreau." The deep, hoarse voice that sounded hoarse for the first time said her name while facing the pleasure of making love. Something that made Moreau surprised, but also quite scared at the thought
Moreau had to admit that she did not have a limit of tolerance that could be easily understood. This was not about the complicated attitude regarding Abihirt. The man should have known better if they had just had sex. There was something different now, instead of thinking it was just a basic need and meant nothing. She didn't want to find out that Abihirt seemed to be trying to keep his distance by showing a rather nonchalant reaction, but the truth was that the man was never enough. "Do you really have a habit of acting like this? I mean, is this the same attitude you always show to my mother after touching her?" The statement would leave some hitchhiking between them. Moreau could well detect when Abihirt's gray eyes revealed a pure reaction to staring at her. After all, she could have gone even crazier if she hadn't tried to let go of any form of pressure that she never wanted to nurture. It was good that—if the man immediately adjusted his position to face her.
The man's deep, husky voice whispered softly, sort of giving Moreau a hint not to create too much drama at times like this. Indeed, it wouldn't be too bad to leave her stepfather alone here. She swallowed harshly, making sure she was more than ready to walk away, yes, making sure it was best to take a step back; forget all this. Almost. And Abihirt immediately stopped such actions so that they would not have any more space between them. "Moreau, this is who am I. This is my behavior. I'm not disrespecting you." Again—as if it was said to make her understand. Moreau did not know how to react. If she just froze, she would probably let the pause between them go on for too long. But, really, Abihirt's attitude was very confusing. She did not understand her stepfather's purpose. It was too complicated. Gray... like the irises of the man's eyes that looked dark amidst the shafts of light that penetrated from the few vents in the wall. "Why do I get the feeling that you are a person wit
A familiar car was parked in the front yard. Moreau wandered around, thinking she might have missed a few things after a long day. Perhaps it shouldn't have been so odd when a glimpse of Gloriya's face appeared in her mind. The business of Froy's mess wasn't over. She understood that, and shouldn't have been surprised by the additional information; about Barbara leaving office work early with the woman's vehicle already set aside in the garage. Perhaps some things had been discussed in there. Moreau tried to surmise that Barbara was still trying to convince her capacity for the need to persuade Abihirt to change his mind. Gloriya's worries could not be contained any longer. Moreau understood about some really bad things. She did not hesitate to make her way to the living room. At least not to get fully involved. She just wanted to know how far Abihirt's report at the police station had progressed. They hadn't really discussed the topic when they were together, and she w
The first time around... the man didn't say anything in response. Just a look of skepticism, as if he could guess and seemed to have some reservations about Gloriya's decision to come to this place. Then, when it came to taking a step... the only thing Moreau could interpret was the contradictory direction of Abihirt's wishes. The man certainly had no interest in simply removing the remaining distance between them. Nor was climbing the stairs—then walking towards the room. The kitchen. Yes. There. Just past several pairs of eyes, it was as if the man had seen nothing. Even to Barbara who seemed to have been quite enthusiastic—now expressing how much she objected. "Abi, stop for a moment. Let's talk about your and Froy's problem thoroughly. Don't you see the future wife of your nephew." Barbara's voice broke free into the air, but it was not enough to elicit a significant response from Abihirt. The man's shoulder had disappeared behind the dividin
Moreau let her hand soak in the water, letting the touch there, on Abihirt's arm like leaving a trace of mutual need. "Your mother will not be home today." Then a whisper from that deep, hoarse voice added something Moreau had hardly ever thought about. Reflexively... she parted her lips and asked, "Why?" "Your mother asked permission to take a vacation." Okay. She might have forgotten that; about Barbara's statement the other day during their dinner together. But that didn't mean this was part of their freedom, did it? Moreau still wanted to keep the boundaries or actually she was still waiting for when the irritation in her mind would disappear. "But I still want to go home," she said finally. Let Abihirt relent. The man should always give in, though Moreau unexpectedly felt her stepfather's embrace loosen. Only briefly, which made the new touch feel more intimate as she was lifted high and invited to sit by the lake. Perhaps Abihirt
"Thank you." There shouldn't have been anything else. The only thing Moreau wanted to do was put the necklace back on. She would be self-sufficient for times like this. Ironically, there was no time to read the slightest warning when Abihirt unexpectedly pulled her into the lake. "Abi—my phone!" Moreau shouted instinctively. She was now flooded quite high up. Almost her entire body was completely wet. And the very first thing she did was to grab the handheld cell phone that was clearly tucked into the back pocket of her pant. At least it was still on, but it was quite doubtful that it would last after almost the entire compound was submerged in water. She gave Abihirt a sharp look. Didn't know whether to feel grateful when still holding the necklace in hand so tightly. Probably, she would have gone straight to the edge just to make sure if her cell phone was okay or not. Moreau lifted the flat object high into the air. The lake shore felt shallow enough tha
"You have to be careful." Don't know why, but that's what Moreau said. She looked longingly at Abihirt's face. The first brief reaction was a faint nod. There was nothing else to do when she only needed to observe her stepfather's body was out of sight. Abihirt dived. Moreau did not expect that she would be waiting for quite some time. That was surprising. There was no clue about her stepfather from the start. Abihirt's method was definitely not like Froy's who often popped into the air, though this made Moreau feel very scared as she further examined the calm surface after a few puddle runs. Abihirt was completely unpredictable about appearing, and then... at times she would daydream—the sound of splashing water immediately drawing her attention closer. Moreau straightened her shoulders. Unfortunately, she would not immediately find Abihirt turning his head towards her. The man presumably just wanted to scoop up some oxygen and dive back into the water.
Moreau's body suddenly stiffened at the sight of the water splashing, while Abihirt had gotten closer to Froy. The man offered help to his nephew and there was some relief that they were slowly swimming to the shore. She and Gabriel instinctively ran to the lip of the lake. It wasn't Froy Moreau was thinking about. Only her stepfather. Let Gabriel take the remaining action by welcoming the man—who seemed to be panting—to be laid down on the grass with a groan. The cramping was painful. The feeling could be imagined so clearly in her mind. Moreau winced, but also looked over to find that Abihirt had climbed to the ground. Now the man towered over her soaking wet. Staring at his nephew half annoyed, though saying nothing but letting Froy calm down a bit more. Slowly... at least it had subsided. There was still no conversation. However, Gabriel again offered to help when Froy tried to get up from his seat and looked up hesitantly. "I can't find the necklace."
Moreau continued to watch her stepfather. The unpredictable handsome man was now at least trying not to be incensed at any form of resistance from Froy. "You know that throwing something small into the lake will make it difficult for you to find, so why do you keep doing it? You keep throwing Moreau's necklace for no reason." Abihirt's question was simple enough, but it more than made Froy almost faint. The man's eyes moved restlessly. It took a few moments of pause to actually find an answer. "I was out of line, Uncle. I was angry at the attitude you gave Lewi and the way you gave the necklace to Moreau instead!" That was like a huge protest. Froy's voice boomed loudly. The man was lucky, because it seemed like Abihirt had paid with money to make people leave the park, which Moreau only realized when she looked around. Not a surprise. She should be used to it. "What's wrong with that? Didn't I replace Lewi's necklace with a new one?" Abihirt's statement this time made Fro
Moreau thought that Gabriel's involvement in the trip to Sierre De Guadarrama National Park was something that made it an unfair prospect. However, it turned out that she was wrong to include such a notion, as Abihirt's wishes were more understandable when asking her to move to Gabriel's car, while the man walked into the building—quite a flashy place there. Moreau had been to this place before; it was where Froy got married and she ended up asking for permission to leave early. It was a little odd to think that Abihirt had actually come to the man's nephew for some sort of accountability. Now she found her stepfather forcing Froy to walk. Although it seemed forced, Froy would have no choice. The man's body had disappeared in the car. Only a tendrils of shadow remained, then she also had to watch Abihirt's body get into the driver's seat. The car engine started and that's when Gabriel understood to bring them up behind. "Abi wants to ask his nephew to dive
Moreau shook her head for a while. In the end, she decided to lift her face. She was almost surprised—of course, because this was not what she wanted to find; the smallest hint of disappointment on her stepfather's handsome face, no matter how much Abihirt tried to keep every detail of the reaction between them brief. The necklace left to her was indeed a lasting memory and Moreau was sure it was very-very precious. "I apologize." She still could not take it for granted that Abihirt did not want to prosecute anything at the moment. There was an impact where her heart felt like it was being crushed. Staring at the man made her eyes sting and heat up. To the time that kept crawling forward... would soon be accompanied by seepage of water and Moreau would not be able to hold back. Perhaps Abihirt understood how worry controlled the fear in her mind, so the man hugged instead of saying angry. Hugging after letting her tremble as if this was an unexpected outburst of trouble. "N
There was only one step left, so Moreau should have been able to finish this sooner. She swallowed harshly. A moment of staring at the doorknob with great fear before finally being overwhelmed by the determined action of pressing and pushing inside. Perhaps she did so in such a hurry, that the sound that broke the surface immediately attracted someone there. Who would have thought that Abihirt would be towering in front of the translucent glass, while the man's gray eyes were assaulted by the view from outside. There was something Moreau couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt—then—Abihirt was daydreaming, because after all... detecting the man's response; little could be expressed in the odd way that Abihirt acted oddly upon realizing her presence. There were no words. No sentence was even close to being uttered. Silence. And yet, in those moments of near—closeness, Moreau felt how her heart rumbled loudly. Like it didn't want to stop. It was still hammering and sh
"Why don't you come with me, Juan? I'm afraid to go in alone." Everything was supposed to be fine—no; actually—a little fine, until Juan's shocking confession almost made the whole stability of Moreau's mind and how she had desperately fought for, now suddenly fall apart. Juan's decision seemed so absolute, though Moreau still hoped the man would suddenly change his mind and then they could settle this whole matter quickly. Unfortunately, the faint shaking response was something so real. It had such an impact that Moreau almost forgot how to breathe properly. She turned her face out the window, glancing around the place. Not ready to go down yet. Almost desperate at the thought of being so close to Abihirt. What was the man currently doing in there? Busy with some important business? "Just accompany me for a moment." Once again Moreau tried to persuade. This time really craving how Juan would agree. She looked up at the man, but was always met with the