True Love Waits

Chapter 81 Step Barefoot On A Porcupine

"I agree to your first two conditions. As for the third, keep it to yourself. Now it's my turn. This is my first condition," said Carlos as he kicked open the door of the lounge, entered the room with Debbie in his arms and locked the door behind them. He passed all the other furniture in the room adroitly. They zipped past tables, chairs, and a standing liquor cabinet before Carlos stopped at the bed. The richly- appointed bed was inspired by eighteenth-century designs, and featured round ball top bed posts. It was colored a beautiful black walnut, and ornate duvets covered the sheets.

"What condition is that?" Debbie asked. Looking at the king-sized bed adorned with grey sheets, Debbie had a bad feeling all of a sudden. She was not sure what was going on, but the bed put an image in her head, and she was going to try and forestall that as long as she could.

"I'll have to show you for how many minutes you should forbid me from being alone with Megan."

As he said this, he threw Debbie onto the bed.

In an instant, he was on top of her. Her heart rate skyrocketed. Before she could respond, the man moved her arms up, and held her hands above her head with his own hand.

She struggled, but was unable to move. "Wait, wait! I'm trying to discuss something with you. I'm not here for this!" she yelled, panicked.

"We can discuss it while we do this." He pulled the zipper of her jacket down, peeled it off and threw it onto the floor. It lay there, silent witness to the actions Carlos was taking.

'What's going on?' she mused, growing more panicky. And that was the thing. She was hoping he'd say something to ease her anxiety. Instead, his actions just scared her even more.

Suddenly, he stopped, leaned forward and looked into her eyes. He said in a serious voice, "Deb, I've already given you plenty of time. We've been married for three years, and I never laid a finger on you. I don't care about the past, but from now on, I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally. Understand?"

She didn't think Carlos had it in him. He never so many words at a time. This was the most he'd said to her in awhile. Debbie, however, was focused on the sentence-"I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally."

'He's going to have sex with me?! What should I do? Should I turn him down?'

With a red face, she stammered, "I-I understand."

To be honest, she had already mentally prepared for this when they were in J City. After all, Carlos was her husband, and it was normal for couples to have sex. They would have done it there if it weren't for their argument they couldn't agree on what position to use. But now, she wasn't so sure. She wanted to talk to him, not do the horizontal mambo.

And so far, Carlos had been nice to her. The only thing he did that really ticked her off was maintain a relationship with Megan. And even that could be forgiven, as long as none of them crossed the line. Problem was, she wasn't sure that they hadn't crossed that fabled line. He'd generally treated her well-he made sure she was well-taken care of financially, and sent Phillip and Julie to ensure she was okay. 'All right. Fine. I can do this. He's my husband, ' Debbie consoled herself internally.

But what Carlos said next sent chills down her spine.

isn't your first time. I don't care whether you were top or bottom.

finish his sentence. The sound of a slap echoed through the lounge. After that, time seemed to stop. There were no other sounds in the room. None at all. And she lay there, watching his expression turn, and the moments seemed like millennia. She waited, nanosecond by agonizing nanosecond, as the full impact of what she'd done sank

for this. Not at all. She was his wife, damn it! She was his woman, and she had no right to turn him down. Not now. Not like this. Not after all he'd done for her. And now, she dared to lay her hand

"This isn't your first time," she finally got it. And that was not all. She now knew why he said "I don't care about the past." He didn't think she was

remembered... Before he knew she was his wife,

was I stupid?!' She laughed, but tears streamed

from her, jumped out of bed and shouted, "You asshole!" That word hung in the air between them longer than either of them would like to admit. Each person believed they had

she grabbed her jacket and

there. He had his hand raised, poised to knock. Seeing Debbie in

in no mood to talk to anyone. She bit her lips and ran towards the lift without saying a word. She couldn't.

figure, Tristan wondered, 'Why the tears? Did she have a

turned his head, his gaze shifting to the office, only to see his boss come out of the

glance at Tristan before he sat on the couch and lit

already seen him, Tristan couldn't just shut the door and leave. He swallowed hard and entered the office. He presented a file folder to Carlos and said, "Boss, I got this from

wife. Do you know anything about her previous relationships? Who was she with? And for how long?" "No," Tristan answered briefly, his head lowered. He knew he'd failed Carlos, and was ready to accept punishment if necessary. Carlos hadn't asked him to investigate Debbie's relationships with other boys; he didn't dare to do it without authorization. And this was

what I told you to do," he

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

to her relationship

the point of leaving when he saw Carlos' face. A red mark? After a closer look, Tristan confirmed that Carlos did

Mrs. Huo slap

"Out!" Carlos thundered.

Carlos' office and went back to his seat. He took a moment to slow his breathing, and patted his chest to calm

Huo has been this angry. Last time he blew his top when we lost an order worth one hundred million, but he

probably sided with Debbie. Even so, Tristan considered it a smart move for Emmett to build a close relationship with Debbie, in light of how much she could

changed her mind halfway and told the driver, "On second thought, take me to Shining International

opened the WeChat app and mentioned Kasie and Kristina

again, Tomboy?" Dixon asked

"Yeah.

the mood. I need