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Waiting
"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 ofRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements The Conversation
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
Forbidden Agreements Blackmail
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.
Forbidden Agreements Revise
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
Forbidden Agreements Snatching the Words
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
Forbidden Agreements Any Punishment?
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
Forbidden Agreements Make Out in the Office
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
Forbidden Agreements She's Home
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
Forbidden Agreements Wondering
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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