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Goddamn Handsome

"Ya. Abi wants you to accept it." All would be resolved by Barbara's technically provoking statement. "Why me? Can't Abi just give the necklace to you?" Moreau understood how much her mother tried to avoid moments like this. Something Barbara did not want, but the woman had no choice. "You know Abi once gave me necklace and because I rarely wear it, he thinks that I don't appreciate his gift." Barbara snorted after that. Moreau wasn't going to make any comments because that was the truth, though she immediately noticed something different about her mother's appearance. "Looks like Abi gave you earrings?" Barbara's significant reaction was enough to give Moreau a clue, then the woman said, "Your father knows how to persuade me." Moreau had expected this, given the near impossibility of her mother having her tastes change in an instant. She knew the woman did not like long dangling earrings, like the ones her late father had tried to gi

The Price

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Abihirt asked once again. It was understandable that the man felt odd about her unsolicited presence. It was an absurd initiative—Moreau thought, but did not remove the motivation towards the need to address Abihirt's unexpected decision. She quickly took out the necklace and it was now prominently displayed in her palm. "My mother gave this necklace to me this morning," she said after a silence fell between them. There was no hint of Abihirt's reaction. The man barely showed anything, which Moreau felt should have been quite significant. Her guess was wrong. "Didn't I say you should keep it? Why ask my mother to give me this necklace?" she spoke again simply to test the extent to which Abihirt could be more patient with her, though to be honest it was close to not. The man was even too calm as he leaned back against the back of the exclusive chair; typical of an unavoidable boss. "I don't need anyone's permission

Her Period

Moreau stared longingly at the moment where Abihirt picked up the object, while the man's gray eyes seemed to be studying something on her face. There was nothing for them to talk about. Just the slightest hint of Abihirt's fingertips undoing the clasp of the necklace, then the man removing the remaining distance between them—just urging Moreau to stare at Abihirt's chest in a light blue shirt with a contrasting tie and suit. The masculine scent instantly invaded wildly. Instinctively urging him to hold his breath while whatever Abihirt was doing still put too much distance between them. The chain of the necklace had settled perfectly around her neck and how Moreau felt the man pull out the strands of hair sandwiched there. "Take good care of this necklace." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice whispered too faintly, but Moreau seriously doubted the trust her stepfather had placed in her. "What if I can't take good care of this necklace?" she asked while touching t

He's Busy

It was almost too long for Moreau to wait in her stepfather's office alone, when Abihirt did not have the slightest chance to object to whatever she had declared. Indeed. There were other forms of alternatives that had been offered to her, but she absolutely refused if Gabriel was tasked with spending something as a form of crucial necessity towards times like these. The most important thing to prevent was to not let others know about the sudden urgency that had almost forgotten to be pinned to the main list. Moreau felt embarrassed at the mere thought of Gabriel receiving even the slightest hint, though in the end she knew how Abihirt would have taken it. It wasn't too bad to have her stepfather pay some attention, though it wasn't the first time Abihirt had shown the attitude—which everyone wanted, including herself, especially Barbara. For a few moments Moreau stared at her reflection in the mirror. The faucet was no longer splashing. It was time to leav

Jealousy

An unexpected question and Moreau instinctively shook her head. Something she never really thought about was watching Abihirt's arm move like he was reaching for something under the table. "Didn't know what you'd like, so I bought you a burger." The man continued to speak, almost mumbling. It was quite demanding that Moreau raised one eyebrow high, as if she needed an image to recall something forgotten, but there wasn't a single piece of crucial information in her mind. "When did you go out for the second time to get a burger?" she asked almost without pause, while a beautiful sight never seemed to want to leave anything between them. "I bought it earlier. Just waiting for you to finish with your important business." Perhaps it should have been like that. Earlier, aside from hurriedly receiving the plastic containing the thing she desperately needed, Moreau had seen something else in Abihirt's hand. Just didn't think the man had thought of the complementary part. It would h

Bloody

Alright, a little challenging this time. Moreau pursed her lips thinking of a more appropriate attack. Must be really calm as she slowly took bite after bite of the burger in hand. It might be necessary to leave the last small piece until a determined courageous attack emerged. Silently one of Moreau's feet moved under the table. She searched for her stepfather's by simply making a rubbing motion there. Yes, almost a slight rubbing of the leg although there was no direct skin contact. Only the hem of his cloth pants sometimes lifted with her movements. Moreau smiled in satisfaction noticing how Abihirt exhaled heavily. "At least for the next few days you won't be able to touch me, won't you?" she asked rather defiantly. Let Abihirt still be ambushed by various urges not to overstep his bounds. Moreau was amused to find the faintest movement of her stepfather's fingers, then took the action of slowly clenching his fist. There was no hesitation in those gray eye

Such an Asshole

"Why don't you continue your activities down there?" Again. The man asked the question again, almost making Moreau only leave her lips half open. Immediately relieved when she then said, "I'm leaving. Juan is waiting for me at the training center." A clichéd excuse, but Moreau had made sure that she could act immediately. "Are you sure you can take one step away from this place?" Just didn't think her stepfather would ask something and provoke something between them. "Yes," Moreau said with an almost choked breath. She was ready to run, but Abihirt's touch on her wrist was an electric shock. It held her in place. Moreau stared straight ahead, afraid. However, she would not show hesitation in front of her stepfather. "Are you really leaving now?" Let the man's question again sound like the most threatening part. Moreau just did not want to know that Abihirt suddenly knew how to take part in the game. "Yes, now." And now she could hear

Jealous

Shrugging, Moreau tried to understand Caroline's reaction... following when the middle-aged woman briefly looked down just to notice Abihirt's work clothes. There was something odd behind Caroline's expression, but Moreau had almost no clue about the most likely thoughts of the middle-aged woman before her. Maybe she was sad? There was no telling whether Caroline recognized that such a pathetic statement was true or the opposite. She made no attempt to learn more about the situation when she detected a loud footstep as it approached towards them. "What are you talking about?" Barbara .... Never would she have thought that her mother would come down to the kitchen dressed in almost... Moreau really didn't have the best words to comment. She hurriedly looked at Caroline as a cue for the woman beside her to understand what was left to do. "Mr. Abi's suit, Madame. I forgot and it was left in the laundry." There was some relief after Caroline said the

Permission

Over and over again, Moreau felt the need to really make up her mind after waiting for her mother to seem conversational. At least it was just in time—when dinner was over and the woman was busy with the flickering monitor screen again. Maybe Barbara's work wasn't done yet. Maybe her mother felt the need for more ambition when what Moreau wanted to say was relevant. "I didn't come to this place for pleasantries, Moreau. Considering that you were once my photo model and our sales suddenly increased significantly, I would like to invite you back to be my model. How's that? Do you agree?" "But, I'm not sure about my mom. She'll be furious if she finds out I'm doing a photo shoot. Probably wouldn't be too upset if she found out I modeled for you without telling her." "Then you should talk to her. Persuade your mom until she's willing." That was a conversation some time ago. Moreau was a little surprised at first to find Mrs. Smift showing up at the rehearsal ha

Pads

The door to the room opened slightly making Moreau flinch as she was preoccupied with her cell phone. There was no warning from Abihirt that the man would suddenly step in. Showing a barely legible expression. Towering there with an almost flawless appearance—still in his suit. It seemed Moreau was quite affected when Abihirt's single step ushered the man closer. No conversation was expected to start yet. It was urgent enough that she suspected her stepfather wasn't just coming over, but had a specific purpose and didn't want to make it obvious. Moreau instinctively arranged her shoulders against the headboard. Her bright blue irises never failed to notice every detail of the action until the man's buttocks touched the edge of the bed. How she almost held her breath as the sound of the bed crunching became the only thing that was loud. Though undeniably, the quiet between them did not require Abihirt to do anything significant, so it had better be okay. "My mom d

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