"What a surprise that you actually came. Otherwise, I would have brought her to my bed. I could barely contain my arousal as I gazed at her beautiful, sweet face."
It was a special kind of surprise to realize Abihirt was towering over him with such a sharp and serious expression. There was no response when Roki finished the sentence. He had to chuckle at the way Abihirt removed the few strands of hair that had fallen over Moreau's face. It was so gentle that the touch moved to the arm resting on the table. "She came here alone?" The first time Abihirt finally asked the question, but Roki merely shrugged, slowly shifting his gaze in one direction. Juan was stomping enthusiastically with a few other men down there, enjoying the music too much to notice that anyone else was here. "If that bastard comes lo"Juan, can you tell Abi to agree to my request. I'm sure six months will make the torture seem shorter." Abihirt didn't say anything even though he knew Moreau still felt like she was on the same side of the man. Those gray eyes simply scanned the flushed face before him thoughtfully. Moreau had already been nearly eroded by the inability to adjust. It took something to neutralize, and they had to arrive first. Abihirt slowly stepped aside, somewhat hurriedly slipping into the driver's seat. The engine started, occasionally he would turn his head to Moreau's face that was slightly frosted on the windshield, which would faintly move when they passed through a mild shock. *** "I want Abi. Why should you here?"Not knowing how it felt that Barbara had to restrai
There was no better memory for Moreau to retrieve when she woke up and found herself in bed. The dizziness in her head was excruciating, even as Moreau tried to adjust her sitting position. She winced. The atmosphere around the room tended to be different. Stupidly, it didn't immediately make her look around, so she was immediately surprised to find Abihirt there, sleeping on the sofa-still so soundly. What happened last night? Moreau wondered almost without a clue. she could never remember a time when the man was willing to stay away from her bed. Abihirt could choose to sleep amongst the remaining space on the next bed, as he often did, and when he didn't this time... it was quite something in Moreau's mind. She searched for answers, but didn't want to overstep her bounds. There was no privilege in her to end up at such a point of bravery. Abihi
Moreau didn't want to believe it, but she found no hint of a lie revealed there. Her stepfather continued to tell the truth, and didn't even seem to care if Moreau found herself doubting it. There seemed to be no intention of adding anything other than asking questions. "What were you doing at the nightclub?" Moreau had already guessed. However, she had yet to find an appropriate expression, other than actually wanting to vent something that had become a weight on her shoulders. "Just going to have fun. Why?" She asked back. As usual to test Abihirt's patience. "You went alone?" Moreau's eyebrows raised almost faintly. The pure instinct in her seemed to understand where Abihirt's curiosity was headed. She hoped the man did not meet Juan, if and when... indeed, Abihirt brought her home. "Who I go with is none of your business, Abi." Instead of answering, Moreau tried to mask reality. It would be too bad if she involved Juan after receiving no news at all. It was her fault
"Mr. Lincoln will be back in a few minutes after the meeting." Moreau understood that her stepfather was involved in important business, just never thought that she was coming at an inopportune time, especially... it would make Juan wait at the training center for longer than expected, even though she had made sure it would not be long. Yes. However, there was no telling how far off 'a few minutes' the woman in front of her was referring to as she led Moreau through a brilliantly glass-lined hallway. "You can wait here, Miss Riveri." Moreau stared nervously, almost tracing the spot she had been directed to. The dark-haired woman, covered in neat coils at the crown of her head smiled immediately, then said goodbye. Only ushering then left Moreau alone with the one person there, to be slightly surprised after trying hard to recall the rest of
There was nothing to tell. Moreau didn't think this would be a problem. It was not something wrong to do. "I still don't understand what you mean." Moreau almost smiled, but she restrained herself. Roki should be smart enough to understand the situation. "Last night you said you saw me at the wedding. I was supposed to be there. It was my mother who got married." There was a pause between them. Moreau was preparing herself when she found Roki's jaw involuntarily drop so faintly. The man gawked for a few moments, probably gathering the remnants of knowledge that had been lost. "You mean, Abi married your mother and you are family?" Moreau nodded careful
Moreau's bright blue irises traced every detail on Roki's face with determination. She wanted to see if the man had any guilt after saying that or anything else. However, there was none. There was nothing left that she could find. Moreau took a breath, intending to say something-but was stopped by someone's firm steps. "What are you both talking about?" Abihirt was already towering over her with the appearance of never failing. Moreau almost froze, but then she quickly realized she had Roki talking, approaching the man who seemed reluctant to respond. Perhaps he should just... say something. "I don't remember inviting you to my office today." Abihirt made a statement, but the odd grin on Roki's face was like the demeanor of a sycophant, which Moreau knew the man had just recently, vigorously talked about her stepfather, even if it wasn't too bad news. "You know what I want to do when I come to your office." Moreau almost took a deep breath digesting Roki's statement there.
Moreau stared at Roki's body that had stepped away in the distance. That man was quite strange, suddenly appearing with a facial expression of pleasure, then making the situation feel very surprising when unexpectedly pulling her up, then making sure that she stood in front of the door, transfixed, while the man had completely disappeared from sight. All that remained was the need to make a bold decision. Moreau took a quick breath. The first consideration began with the tightening grip of her hand on the doorframe. Slowly she pressed there, leaning slightly into the room to find Abihirt looking thoughtfully at the paperwork in front of the man. Moreau was sure her every step would feel heavy when, after all... there was no reason to stay silent for too long, but she felt so hesitant to move past any tension between them. Hardly able to end the fingers of the hand tightening on the
Moreau had expected that there would be a moment where she faced her stepfather's question after Roki's statement, which made the man stare with a smart glint in his eyes. Something that really did not need to be considered odd. Everyone would know their true relationship; bound into a family relationship, and should not be involved with illicit agreements. "What is there that I don't need to say?" Moreau asked back. She knew exactly the man's intentions, choosing not to show them in Abihirt's presence. The thing was, this should not have been brought up. Moreau only intended to correct Roki's train of thought, so as not to keep thinking things with bad connotations between them, and also to avoid the conversation getting too steep. "You spoke to Roki about the relationship between you and your mother?" "That's the case, isn't it, in fact?" Moreau
[Abi, can I borrow your phone to send you my pictures from the desert ....] Barbara's whole body boiled at the thought of what her logic was unraveling. Abihirt said that the man was still in Dubai; he would be home soon, but it was surprising to find Moreau's voice sneaking in between their conversation. This could not be regretted. No matter how much Barbara tried to deny it. She had sifted through everything that had happened there, clearly... very clearly that Moreau needed photos in the desert to send to the girl's cell phone. Probably no further explanation of what had actually happened was expected. Hell, Barbara hadn't even said a word and demanded that Abihirt talk about everything her husband had been hiding, including when Abihirt claimed to be unaware of Moreau's whereabouts the last time she had called the man while talking about her daughter's whereabouts. However, the call was unexpectedly dropped. Really, Barbara couldn't accept that one lit
However, for a moment Moreau turned her head towards herstep father when she touched the doorknob. Abihirt unexpectedly grabbed the man's cell phone on the nightstand. Perhaps there was an important rush, which indirectly reminded Moreau that there was one thing—she had forgotten to say to her stepfather. This wouldn't take long. She would just wash her face with a splash of water, then return to the man. Indeed, not for long. When Moreau looked at her reflection in the mirror, the first thing she did was take a deep breath. All the devices here belonged only to Abihirt. She would brush her teeth, later, at home. Now it was best to approach the man on the bed. Suddenly Moreau's inner explosion became enthusiastic. She had been looking forward to sending pictures in the desert that day, after starting to operate the new cell phone her stepfather had given her. Hoping Abihirt wouldn't mind when she mentioned her wildly raging goals. Moreau hurriedly crossed t
Although it wasn't .... Moreau felt something heavy pressing around her body. She blinked a few times to realize that the habitual light from the window was trying to penetrate through the dangling curtains. It was already morning. It seemed like last night's request for sleep had put her into a deep slumber. Moreau would have nothing to say about that. It was all in the past and there was no need to relive something that always ended in uncertainty in the end. As she tried to shift, she sucked in as much air as she could, wanting to stretch her stiff bones a little, but soon realized that there was hardly any room to move. Someone seemed to have trapped her; inhaling the masculine scent that rushed in, until Moreau unintentionally touched a strand of hair—it felt smooth, and she kept brushing her palm gently there. This seemed to leave a certain sensation, not knowing why the corners of her lips instinctively curled up slightly; perhaps it was because she
"Why do you keep squeezing me like this?" It took a lot of courage and determination for Moreau to finally ask the question in a half-whisper. She wanted to look back, but the clear presence of Abihirt's face made their cheeks touch. The man would certainly not say anything. Moreau instinctively let out a rough breath; letting Abihirt position himself better and now the man's face was almost trapped in the crook of her neck. Abihirt was not sleeping. That was the least Moreau could feel. Probably not going to fall asleep anytime soon either, though the man admitted to not doing much of anything himself after their long journey. After all, there were things left between them that Moreau wasn't going to just reveal. It was still about Froy and she would try to find clues. "I thought of something." Moreau began with a sense of alarm rising swiftly in her mind. When Abihirt walked into the trap, she was sure the man wouldn't suddenly become very quiet.
It was fun teasing Abihirt. That was how Moreau felt. This time she was really daring. Really going to be defiant with her stepfather and tentatively tugging at the fabric to leave only a contrasting lacy undergarment. Letting a pause occur for a moment, then hesitantly glancing at Abihirt as she had to carefully cover some parts of her body in front of the man. She was the one trying to provoke something to explode in Abihirt, but didn't want her mother's husband to be brutalized and left unrescued. Now, as she slowly inserted her hands into the holes of the cloth—wearing the T-shirt given by the man appropriately. It was done. Moreau's body was wrapped. She seemed to be drowning. Immediately looked down and witnessed how the edge of the cloth was definitely touching her thighs. Abihirt correctly guessed not to add pants. Just a thin satin undergarment and it made Moreau feel comfortable. "I'm going to bed now," she said, hurriedly looking up, only to find
Moreau looked down; realizing that she needed to do the same, but her suitcase and all her new clothes, which he had prepared when they were about to head to Dubai, were still in the car. Abihirt had given no clue about the items left outside. Perhaps he would prepare them later, when they were fully prepared and Moreau only had to wait for him to finish the remaining parts. She would not sit idly by, soon catching up to wake up and applying attention to the last time Barbara's husband's sturdy shoulders were still visible behind. Perhaps too presumptuous. Yes, it was. However, it was better than never. Every detail of Abihirt's actions was so unpredictable. The man had dressed up in an instant right there. That, at least, needed to be emphasized. There was nothing to regret, even though Moreau felt very nervous as those gray eyes stared at her intently. "You said you were still sleepy. Why aren't you sleeping?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded as if a mistak
"I'm so sleepy and lazy to walk, can you just carry me?" Moreau did not want to take this too far when she could hardly protest to her stepfather; regarding the man's decision to be here, in the courtyard of the luxurious mansion, instead of returning to the house where they lived. Perhaps this would be enough of an understanding. Abihirt also did not show any reluctance to simply comply with what she had just tried to initiate between them, which silently made Moreau curl her lips slightly after detecting how the man got out of the car, then took a stance of taking her body—clinging tightly with both hands fully attached there. Moreau instinctively held on to her stepfather's neck. She looked up. Admiring every detail on the man's face. There was almost nothing to miss. It felt nice to imagine being on a date and Abihirt being a good lover, doing what she wanted. Though... that might not be true. That man was still her stepfather. He would always b
"I was just wondering how I could change my husband. What do you think about having child?" Barbara asked slowly. There was a look of regret when she said this. Samuel wouldn't understand her and she had no intention of telling him more. "A child from me or Abi?" Instead of offering suggestions, the man asked as if there were so many options, but Barbara needed to pick one. Yes, only one and no one could change the game she was about to start. "It's definitely Abi. He's my husband," she said indisputably. "But I touch you a lot." Woe betide her; Samuel had a way of simply knocking down the hopes she had built up on so many levels. Barbara exhaled harshly; feeling the need to raise the prospect of reality not being forgotten. "Even though you touch me often. Still, Abi is my husband. He touches me too. You're even." "Not even. You yourself admitted that Abi has been busy with a lot of work lately and it made you look for an escape. I've al
"Do you like cruise ship travel, Honey?" The sea breeze rushed across the surface of Barbara's body, leaving a sweeping impression that was too forced, but she was enjoying every bit of it here with Samuel and he had just whispered very softly in her face. Barbara smiled slightly at the feel of the man's arms reaching out tentatively, until the moving face had nuzzled around her neck. "Don't you do that, Sam!" warned Barbara after detecting that Samuel was about to take a dangerous action. She didn't want him to leave a reddish mark and if there was ever an urge to return home, she feared she would not be able to hide it from Abihirt's view. There was no word from her cold husband after the last time they had a phone conversation. Even Barbara needed to be pushed through a determined struggle until Abihirt was willing to accept a voice call and even then they spoke all too briefly. She was not satisfied yet. A little unwilling that Abihirt had gone on a trip to Dubai when s