Semua Bab Forbidden Agreements: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Something inside Moreau tried to caution. However, passion had grown so wild. This was not the first time. She could feel how much her stepfather wanted to make the same mistake and take things too far. The fingers of Moreau's hand traveled unconsciously to Abihirt's nape. She held the man for a moment longer as a soft bite transformed into something electrifying. Completely surrendered... not for long as Abihirt was in a hurry to remove the black sabrina dress on her body, a knee-length dress that was faintly revealed. This need felt like it had to be fulfilled. Moreau kept her eyes closed as her stepfather's mouth kissed around her breasts. The man has even stripped off her bra of a matching color, to the point of squeezing next to Moreau's breasts so vigorously. The size of the hand was just right and steady. Abihirt really left a burning sensation. "Abi ...." M

"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

"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

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 it to my mother now. Do it, Abi. We'll finish it here together." There was nothing wrong with

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