Debbie scratched her hair.

“Quit your games. Out with it.”

She had only managed to compose four new songs. She still needed to compose five more to finish the album. But staring at a blank piece of paper had only dampened her mood and she couldn’t think of a thing. It was killing her.

Sometimes she wondered if Carlos deliberately did it to stop her from pestering him.

“You’re no fun. Your ex-husband got drunk, and Damon couldn’t drive him home because he had something else to do. So he tapped me for the job.

Carlos is drunk! There’s no better chance than now. Sure you won’t come?”

As Debbie had strained her brain, she couldn’t take all that in.

do you mean no

Angela’s Library

by her

Make him feel guilty afterward. And then you guys get

with him?’ Debbie sighed. ‘I wish. But Carlos has

but we didn’t knock boots, ‘ she thought

said, “Okay, forget it. I’LL

Wait for me!” Debbie finally figured it out. She stood up and rushed

heaved a

Room 888

Club.”

“Okay, got it.”

took a quick shower, put on a bare amount make-up and wore perfume with a Light fragrance before

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