[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
"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