All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

[Where have you been, Moreau? Your father's cell phone can't be reached either. Why are you guys so united in not giving me any news?"] Moreau put away the handheld cell phone for a moment before catching her breath to calm down. She stared at Abihirt's face for a while and immediately broke eye contact after finding the right excuse. "I have extra training, Mom. And will probably be home late. No need to wait for me." About Abihirt. Moreau did not want to bring the man into the conversation. Let her stepfather handle the rest of the floating business with Barbara—after this. At the very least, until the sound of the cell phone was no longer revealed between them, Moreau quickly prepared the necessities to snatch up the cloth lying on the floor. She glanced at Abihirt so that her stepfather would understand. Understood enough that the man finally made his way to the corner of the room to simply place the feathered whip back into the storied shelf. The handsome face turned as

Barbara's breathing was ragged after getting rid of her husband's body. She pulled the blanket higher, then clung to the arm of Abihirt, the man who had left her completely satisfied tonight. While occasionally nuzzling the hard core muscles, Barbara looked up at Abihirt's marvelous face. Her husband was deep in thought as he scrolled through a lit cell phone. "I may be a little late in telling you, but there will be a fashion show in Paris the day after tomorrow. I was chosen as one of the designers who has to showcase my designs. Do you mind if I go away for a while, Darling?" After peeking at Abihirt's activities while checking incoming emails, Barbara moved her attention back to her husband's face. The man's eyebrows raised high in response to her statement, so she hurriedly moved her hand to rub Abihirt's clay chest. Intending to seduce her husband into giving her permission. "How long will you be there?"

Overcome with a sense of indecision Moreau tried to push aside a pile of cloth so she could search more clearly. "Did you ever see my mother wearing a furry jacket in a dark brown color?" she asked seriously. "Dark brown like the color of your hair?" Instead of offering an answer. Her stepfather questioned back. Moreau never thought Abihirt would tower so close. The man was only a short distance behind. She could feel how their bodies occasionally intersected. Over time Moreau would become accustomed to the firm and slightly hard texture, even the long flowing hair seemed to want the added sensation, though in the end she was surprised to realize Abihirt seemed to be enjoying the scent of her hair silently. "What are you doing?" Moreau asked again when they faced ea

After much deliberation, Moreau soon decided to make a decision-choosing a few boards of contraceptive pills in anticipation. Perhaps there was no need to overbuy. She was sure Abihirt would use a safety device like her first lesson last night. It would have been better that way, instead of Moreau having to pester the body with something that should have been too early, though that was the way to control their relationship. Men are always the ones with the most to gain. Moreau regretted even helplessly thinking about her anxiety. Feeling done, she returned the smile of the woman who had just handed over the change, then stepped outside the pharmacy. Abihirt was waiting in the parking lot exactly as Moreau had requested. She didn't want the man to get involved and it just so happened that her stepfather didn't respond excessively. Maybe a little objectionable, although now Moreau found Abihirt seriously l

"Thanks for the ride, Juan Baker. It's good to have you as a driver again." Moreau smiled in satisfaction when Juan's lips clucked lazily. The man glared sarcastically, but obviously not in earnest. It was a joke that was meant to be serious and now Moreau was preparing to get out of the car. First, her shod feet slid onto the step of the lawn in front of the house. Juan wouldn't have been interested in being invited in after he knew Barbara was always the first to arrive, despite having some business to attend to at the office. Perhaps a little fed up with the woman's restrictions, which involved the two of them stealing time to enjoy the fresh air after a long training crisis. "I'll go in first." Moreau glanced at Juan with a coquettish wink. Making sure she was now fully standing and staring at the man's face through the car window. "Don't forget to let me know when you arrive and put your ass on the bed," she added to which Juan raised one exasperated hand while rolling his