Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Agreements: Kabanata 331 - Kabanata 340

"My mother is here, Juan. Don't let her come up to you and say badly magic words you never wanted to hear in your life. And don't ever talk about my relationship with Abi in a place like this." It was too dangerous. Juan had to understand. They could talk about something else. Maybe over a drink. There were various light dishes and they shouldn't be missed. "You guys seem to be really enjoying your time together here." Lewi's voice suddenly came between them. It was not a good time. Moreau did not expect to have a conversation with the woman, while Froy never seemed to want to be separated from his official life partner. The main problem—was that the man was looking oddly at her. Moreau didn't quite like it here. Uncomfortable at Froy's hostility, whether it was because the man still held all sorts of accusations at the top of his head or Abihirt's warning about her freedom was the most glaring part. She didn't want to think about either of those things. Staying stuck wouldn't

"Thanks for the ride, Juan. Are you sure you don't want to come in? Don't want to meet Pipao?" Moreau made the offer again, when on the way the man had repeatedly declined her invitation. This had come with a reason. She knew. Just testing the extent to which Juan would have a stand. It was unlikely that such a decision would ever change. Well, Moreau would say no more, immediately opening the car door and taking one step out—setting foot in Abihirt's yard. "I'll send you pictures of Pipao later," Moreau said as she gazed into the window, where Juan then chuckled; slightly glaring at her. "Don't keep teasing me, Amiga. I want a date too. Not just you. You'd better hurry up and get in or you'll be stabbed mercilessly by your handsome stepfather." Juan's accusation was truly troubling. Moreau had no intentions whatsoever, other than hoping that she would be given the chance to meet Pipao. It was worth underlining about the man's statement regarding Abihirt; al

Moreau thought they would end up in a room with various sex demonstrations, but it seemed she had to get rid of such unexpectedly dirty thoughts. Not there. Instead, Abihirt led them in the man's master suite and dropped her body onto the bed. Still with the slip dress intact, Moreau swallowed harshly at how long Abihirt remained towering. The man was staring very intently, as if he was thinking about where they should start. Should it be the big fingers that took the action later, moving immediately to simply strip her down first, or should she let Abihirt play the role of getting rid of the thin and slightly loose spaghetti straps at the shoulders? Probably not both. Moreau was transfixed for a moment as their eyes crossed. It was too difficult to make sense of the situation. Passions were running high, but it seemed Abihirt still had enough patience left to not take action. It was only by chance that the man's hands formed a steady fist and pressed down on the

Moreau understood that she should crawl backwards now. Slowly, that's what she did until Abihirt's manhood felt like an insistence that prevented her from moving. Moreau thinned her lips with a restrained smile as her stepfather growled faintly. "You're starting to dare to be a bad girl now?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice sounded hoarse and perhaps the man was slightly intrigued by her bolder demeanor. Moreau grinned slightly when she finally said, "I learned from you." She wasn't lying about that. About their forbidden relationship or the unusual way of intercourse. Everything. Almost no exceptions, which started from a one-night stand and changed everything. Moreau leaned over slightly with the need to cup Abihirt's rough jaw. Still thinking about how to directly grab her stepfather. Perhaps with one quick kiss. Barely able to let go as the man was unwilling to let go of the link that felt full of embers. It was only when Moreau bit down on

"Why not give it to my mother?" Moreau almost heard her voice, which resembled a whisper. Grateful to be able to finish the rest of the job by making Abihirt look thoughtful. "Why?" As if he understood her confusion, the man continued, "Why do you ask?" "Just asking, because my mother seems to really want that necklace." Instead of responding immediately. Moreau found the bed rattling. Abihirt got up—certainly without any interest in getting dressed. Instead of pulling the thick blanket over their bodies, the man's arm reached out, grabbed the dark coat sitting on the corner of the bed and moved back toward her. A necklace chain with a unique pendant was prominently displayed. Moreau hesitantly moved her attention from Abihirt's face and the object in turn. Still not understanding the man's motivation; what; why. "You want it?" Suddenly Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded like a loud buzzing echo. Moreau blinked a few times. "Me?" sh