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"We're done for today, team."
Moreau's breath caught in her throat when the coach's voice finally ended the long training session. She jumped down immediately following Juan's loosening grip on her hips. They stared at each other, then compactly skated, skates scraping across the ice, toward Anitta on the sidelines with lines all over the surface. Moreau knew what she was getting into. The expression on Anitta's face was a little more serious than the first time they met after a week ago. She might have noticed something odd, hence Moreau's early reprimands. Really, she was trying to focus, but the image of Abihirt's face and their romance in the hotel room was still a mystery that sprouted ferociously. There was barely a pause and Moreau felt quite tired of being ambushed by feelings of guilt towards her mother, the woman who had clearly gotten herself into mischief, had she not deliberatRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Impromptu trial
"You might not mind telling me a story, Barbara?" "Tell you what?" Something Moreau had never dealt with... was when her stepfather seemed to be offering something, but Barbara was asking questions as if the woman was dealing with ambiguous feelings and had actually been staring at Abihirt with a big question mark on the top of her head, to the point of a confused expression. "About the meeting at the hotel this morning." Woe. Moreau's breath caught in the face of Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice, which had released the grip on her wrist, and was now seriously awaiting an answer from Barbara even though the woman sometimes opened her lips, then closed them again, as if she was afraid-or perhaps thinking of something else. However, Moreau couldn't just keep her head down, while she knew where Abihirt was going; about the conversation with Mr. Halland, which Moreau shouldn't be having. She swallowed harshly d
Forbidden Agreements At First
"Please make a glass of hot tea for Abi... I have to go to my room for a while and will be back soon." Those were Barbara's words a few moments ago. Moreau thought her mother still had the need to explain everything that had unfolded last night. However, it seemed like she had guessed wrong when she found her mother walking while clinging to the arm of Abihirt, a perfectly built man in a navy blue suit. Although there was no denying the cold expression on his face, it was a stark contrast to the woman who pulled out a chair and invited her husband to sit down. "I've made tea for you, Abi. Drink up." There was something odd here. Moreau looked at Barbara a little incredulously. The woman confessed, even the tea Moreau had prepared earlier, the tea in front of Abihirt right now, wa
Forbidden Agreements Barbara's Arrival
"I'm already here. So what did you want to talk about?" Moreau's bright blue irises looked seriously into her stepfather's face. They had just sat facing each other with Abihirt not saying anything just to start. Moreau wanted this conversation to continue and finalize the deal in a proper and fitting manner, which would even have to wait a while until the man returned from an important activity. Now only an outstretched arm pulled at the desk drawer. Moreau slowly observed the manner to Abihirt's calm expression as he sorted through the documents. Tentatively the man shifted a few files closer in front of her. She frowned, giving Abihirt a puzzled look, but tried to figure herself out by reading the series of sentences bolded there. Something, anything, that Moreau had never thought of before. There were several points, and they were all about the most
Forbidden Agreements The Agreement
"I should be asking you, Barbara. What are you doing here?" Moreau's tension still lingered around, but there was some relief when her stepfather got up and the man walked closer to sit on the edge of the table-just beside Moreau. Irony. She remained frozen in place as she realized that one of Abihirt's hands was holding the other paper, which was revealed furtively, while the document that should have been there was removed with a swipe of a fingertip until the agreement fell; and slowly slumped on the floor. Moreau could not see exactly where it had landed. Nor did she really intend to find out. She just couldn't pass up the need to stare at something so close. The arm in the man's suit. Well, at least Moreau knew that her stepfather's hand had taken on an additional role; perched on Barbara's hip simply to stop her. Abihirt's position in the center had played a definite role
Forbidden Agreements The Agreement2
Moreau blinked and then looked away, simply waiting for Abihirt to start the conversation. Her stepfather had just picked up the paper that had been deliberately dropped, placing it on the table while gesturing for Moreau to also arrange to sit facing each other. "I already told you I don't want to. So what else do you have to say?" The question was revealed without waiting for more time to pass. Moreau no longer cared if Abihirt's gray eyes would trace her face seriously. She also wouldn't be afraid to face the threat of a picture of the two of them. Let Barbara know. Better to live up to the full range of expression, than for Moreau to let herself be the one pressed. She had no idea what her stepfather was thinking. The man looked serious as he searched the cell phone in his hand. Perhaps he was looking at the picture that was used as a weapon to sue her? "I won't be affected if you send i
Forbidden Agreements He's Coming
"Mr. Lincoln is waiting for you, Amiga. What are you waiting for?" No matter how many times Moreau had to inhale just to accept the fact that her stepfather was already there. Reclining in a Royce Rolls with another man. Abihir seemed to be having a serious conversation, but Moreau never really thought that the man would actually show up after thinking Barbara would spend the entire day starting from lunchtime with her husband. Moreau was sure that... Abihirt clearly knew she was riding alone. There was no need to be picked up, or anything, even if the man had said so first. Still... Moreau did not expect them to return home together, while her mother might have been waiting in hopes that there would not be a steep and painful betrayal. "Amiga." Juan's voice again tried to pull Moreau to the surface. She knew, immediately blinking and chuckling as the man made a restrained gesture. When she felt Juan was about to leave her, Moreau immediately pulled the man who was frowning in
Forbidden Agreements First Lesson
Moreau could hardly comment on the futuristic house she had just entered. Beside her, Abihirt walked, as if he had only one intention of leading them somewhere. Not knowing what kind of space and where they would end up. Moreau turned her head occasionally, realizing that the walls had an eerie feel to them. She couldn't understand why Abihirt would choose a time like this, when they hadn't even told Barbara about—at least the excuses that were being made. Or perhaps Abihirt had, and the man had deliberately made her miss such information so that she would not tell her mother. Not after desperately coming to terms with the ambiguous feelings during the journey. "Wait here for a moment. I have some business." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice surfaced. Moreau held her breath as the man took a wide step just to make sure she stayed waiting. Every now and then she would drop her gaze to the leather-colored couch, then return to watching her stepfather's shoulder disappear behind the wi
Forbidden Agreements The Lesson Begins
Moreau's voice caught in the back of her throat shortly after Abihirt's hand was extended to bring her face up. Those gray eyes implied many things. Moreau did not understand where they would begin and end. As her stepfather's face drew closer, she remained helpless to avoid the large role between them. Instinct always fought hard; reminding, but on the other hand Moreau knew any effort would end in futility, other than allowing Abihirt's actions to almost cross the line. The man's eyes were so stern, then slowly closed just to begin the soft touch of lips. For a few moments Moreau glared, holding her hands in the air. Not daring to hold on to any part of her stepfather's body. She still had her eyes open and pounding for one obvious reason, until Abihirt's fingertips slipped into her brunet hair. Pressing their faces closer together, while the man's mouth began to move, seemingly trying to rob the kiss of its
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