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2024-10-29 19:42:56There 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 carefulRelated chapters
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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.
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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
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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
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There was no smile, no particular expression, perhaps other things Moreau could think of. Abihirt brought his face carefully closer, paralyzing like a grenade had just exploded in her chest. Moreau's body froze, and when Abihirt dropped his mouth on her lips, the kiss was fierce, passionate, expressing an array of pent-up desires. Moreau gasped as sturdy arms pulled one her leg up to wrap around the man's sexy waist. She opened her mouth, letting her stepfather's number cram into a cavity that felt familiar. It's enough to despair, to give in, as rough, clay hands creep between loose strands of her hair, pressing their faces closer for a searing hot sensation, suffocating her until she can barely breathe. Moreau's leg muscles suddenly went weak as Abihirt's hand slid down there. The man's deft fingers found their way under the thin pants. She gasped, immediately gripping onto Abihirt's shou
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The touch of Moreau's hand finally ended up being an arm around her stepfather's neck. Returning every brush of lips, though every now and then... a vestige of sanity tried to betray. Taking the time to let Moreau's logic and body language battle it out. She was battered to serve the man before her, slowly forced to open her legs wider as Abihirt had stripped off the cloth pants, which then pooled under the man's legs. "This is your office, Abi." Moreau pressed her stepfather's chest, hoping this would remind them of their overwhelming desire. The passion in the man's eyes had been unconditional. This was where they would end their wild love-making. Moreau's lips parted to find the man had entered her. Abihirt's sexy hips moved, as if infiltrating between Moreau's pulses to make her crumble, mistaken, helpless, then clung tightly to the man's shoulders. "Abi ...." Moreau let out a stifled groan. Every sensation was moving toward her center. So much so that she wasn't sure she
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The sweep of the wind against the fallen leaves gave the yard a slightly odd touch. Barbara frowned in surprise that the situation felt so empty. It was late enough in the afternoon that Moreau's car should have been spotted, for she knew it was past rehearsal time, as well as her determination to schedule an early return. Barbara didn't know what to do alone in Paris after the show was over. Samuel wasn't there to keep her company, and the real man she was waiting for the most... had also broken his promise without a word until now. Thought it best not to say anything about her return. No need to hint about things to Abihirt. Intended to catch up with her husband's luxurious residence later, after she had sufficiently calmed down from the bath. One step Barbara... intending to resume her pending actions. She was holding the suitcase, shuffling with a firm footstep, when finally the sound of a car roar
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Just a glimpse... Barbara noticed a faint twitch of the man's eyebrows, and in that instant Abihirt had placed a hand on the line of her shoulder. Almost squeezing, but not really."I don't know which Moreau's perfume you're referring to." It was said very convincingly. Barbara pursed her lips instinctively. Her husband's calm demeanor never seemed to cross the line. They began to step into the house after Abihirt took over the grip on the suitcase to follow every inch of their steps. "The perfume I gave her. There's still a sample of it in our room, maybe you accidentally wore it?" Shallow memories unexpectedly filled in the gaps at the top of Barbara's knowledge. She was slightly relieved after being able to reach the forgotten image. A month or two ago, aquatic perfumes like the scent of the sea and fresh air were left to the thrifty Moreau
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Moreau's breath caught when she opened the door to the house and suddenly found out her mother was there. Sitting on the sofa with her legs sandwiched between Abihirt's torso, while the man so calmly leaned back on the sofa leg with his face upturned, facing a single point, where Barbara was unusually focused on adding a light massage after the woman had applied a thick gel on his jaw. Surprise. A simple romance, which Moreau never thought she would find here. Just like she never thought that her stepfather would put all his trust in the woman who coincidentally found Moreau still standing at the door. Nervous when their eye contact met. "You're back later than scheduled practice?" That was the first time Moreau got it. Occasionally she would glance at her stepfather's face. Abihirt didn't even care, whether she arrived home after a lon
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"You mean, my mother is doing anything that could be called cheating?" asked Moreau not with any inclination to be sure, as if something was trying to urge her to fish for how far Abihirt could go. It took a while before the deep, husky voice was heard. "What else could it be?" Abihirt was justifying anything. Anything that ended up being an odd blob in Moreau's mind. Not understanding why the man chose to remain silent when her stepfather was the most knowledgeable of Barbara's faults. And to underline, they were all in similar circles. Doing things not much different. Endless betrayals.However, it would be fairer not to delay the desire to know Abihirt's true reasons. Moreau swallowed roughly, momentarily making sure that she touched the man's shoulder. "You know everything my mother did behind your back, why not talk to her directly? At the very least, until my mother no longer has a relationship with Samuel." The pause between them was suddenly thi
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There was something odd about Moreau struggling to interpret Abihirt's statement. She didn't want to go too far, let alone take over Barbara's bed for a night. Such an unethical part. However, her mind still didn't want to. "Probably best not to." Still with the same residual need. Moreau could feel how parched her throat was, but she didn't need a splash of water just to make things feel better. There was nothing to soothe, even as Abihirt's fingertips had—slowly—lifted Moreau's face up, while the man's fingers also tentatively brushed across the surface of parted lips. "It's getting late, Abi. Aren't you tired—" Moreau's voice was held at the tip of her throat. Not because she was forced to close her mouth. However, Abihirt's idiosyncratic approach was completely indecipherable when the man dropped a light kiss on the lips, then lifted her body just like the act of moving a large doll—not heavy, but had to be quite careful when crashing on the bed. I
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Now Moreau's attention quickly fell on the surface of the soft mattress, where some sinister image of her mother and stepfather's romance continued here like something painfully incarnate. She never wanted to be caught between potentially painful things. Six months had not yet been completed, but Moreau was already overwhelmed—not by how Abihirt would be rough in bed; but rather... she felt; sort of bound by the urge not to share the man with anyone—not even her mother, though Barbara was the most entitled. This was very wrong. Moreau recognized that. Just couldn't control the forbidden ego when the survival instinct had taken over. She was afraid this would end up worse. More painful; like having to plunge into more violent feelings—then, there was no way out. "Are you going to stay there until sunrise or until your mother comes home?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice almost sounded like something urgent—demanding Moreau to be dragged to the surface, so she had
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Now Moreau was seized by the same tension as earlier. Her eyes moved restlessly, hardly knowing that she had a purpose here. Things were not in good order, though that was why they still needed a reason. "Chicao made me chase her all the way to my mother's room. That's all." Yes, that was it. She did not feel obliged to explain things to her stepfather. "It's not because you secretly did something to me?" Woefully, Moreau could not think straight. In the end she knew Abihirt would not hide the man's knowledge long term. There were no answers. None could be found. Moreau swallowed harshly again. Suddenly her tongue was very groggy. Afraid that Abihirt would ask her something that was still relevant. "Why aren't you sleeping?" Fortunately, no. This time Moreau was a bit adept at controlling something inside her that was so gray. "I was just watching. Wanted to go to my room, but Chicao wandered off with a bell around her neck," and replied almost
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Moreau felt her entire pulse and heart forced to speed up. The loud voice in her chest was pounding. She gasped for a moment. Stunned. Almost too afraid at the thought of having just been caught doing something forbidden. Abihirt would probably be angry anyway, the man still seemed to be trying to understand the situation around him. Still learning things... where the inappropriate part was finding someone else here. Something like a new event. Moreau continued to watch every single thing Abihirt did. Staring nervously and swallowing quite hard; hoping not to hear a throaty sound like a big splutter. "What are you doing here, Moreau?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice resembled a croak, as if the man had been completely immersed, so it took a while to recover a lost memoir. In fact, with the remnants of sleepiness still pervading, her stepfather would blink a few times, rubbing his rough face, then Moreau would find the man would not leave eye contact between them.
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No idea what made such a distinction. She was sure there were many secrets inside Abihirt and wanted the man to let them out, but her stepfather chose not to try just once. Perhaps it wasn't as if Moreau knew that Abihirt was sick enough of Barbara's infidelity to decide to retaliate in a more devious way. Her position was on the line. Moreau understood how she had been used as an outlet. Just couldn't help herself when she started to like the man. Idiot. She smiled bitterly at the thought of buying foolishness. Abihirt would not try to fall for another, while only towards Barbara was the man so in love. It was, sort of, a thing; truly pathetic. Silently taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Moreau tentatively extended a fingertip to simply brush across her stepfather's upper arm. Feeling every touch there, was probably what Barbara did most often anyway. There was still no specific reaction where the man's hand remained flexed in a position forming the angle
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The corner of Moreau's lips twitched faintly. No idea why this felt like something that seemed to give her leverage. Barbara really knew how to charm Abihirt, while she had never given the slightest thought to simply seeking the man's attention. It felt unnecessary—perhaps, and a little inappropriate. "It's nice to be petted by your master, doesn't it?" Still lightly stroking Chicao's soft fur. Moreau tilted her face slightly as she thought about things. She wasn't talking about the touch of Abihirt's hand on the man's pet—just something that came closest—when they started to want each other; venting everything they held back, even if it was a big mistake; as Chicao suddenly twisted her body. Almost simply making a circular pattern, following the tail that was also wagging. However, Moreau never expected Abihirt's dog to run away immediately. "Wait, Chicao. Where are you going?" The prospect of where Chicao was headed was terrifying. Moreau didn't want them t
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Dinner would not have been so awkward if the events of the previous afternoon had never happened. Moreau had just sat directly in front of Barbara who had said nothing, even though the woman knew they had resolved the conflict by hanging perhaps, but there was really nothing more to talk about. She didn't think owning expensive things was a mistake. Or perhaps Barbara was waiting for someone else. Moreau just realized Abihirt was nowhere to be seen. Normally, the man would have been at the dinner table earlier; keeping Barbara company. Strange. If she had to admit something; she was still interested in just taking a step back—about the man's pale face when he persuaded Barbara to leave her room. Perhaps the correlation between the two was quite plausible. Moreau silently exhaled air from her lips, a little accidentally noticing that Caroline had prepared a special dinner—a healthy meal for the man who was not present here. The woman hadn't even left yet. Had it not bee
