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.

be so nervous. This isn't your first time. I don't care whether you were top or bottom. But me,

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

turn him down. Not now. Not like this. Not after all he'd done for her. And now, she dared to lay her hand on him. 'She slapped me! Again?!' He couldn't hold back his anger anymore. It rose in him, threatening to explode. He balled a fist, ready to repay

it. And that was not all. She now knew why he said "I don't care about the

his wife, he had always believed she was

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

the man away from her, jumped out of bed and shouted, "You asshole!" That word hung in the air between them longer than either

her jacket and stormed out of his

door and was about to leave when suddenly she saw Tristan standing there. He had his hand raised, poised to knock. Seeing Debbie

lips and ran towards the lift without saying a

figure, Tristan wondered, 'Why the tears? Did

the office, only to see his boss come out of the lounge with a

glance at Tristan before he sat on

swallowed hard and entered the office. He presented a file folder to Carlos and said, "Boss, I got this from our branch office, and

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

I told

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

her relationship with Hayden

A red mark? After a closer look, Tristan confirmed that

Mrs. Huo slap

"Out!" Carlos thundered.

Tristan ran out of Carlos' office and went back to his seat. He took a moment

the first time Mr. Huo has been this angry. Last time he blew his top when we lost an order worth one hundred million, but he was not this angry. But now... Women will humble

why Carlos had exiled Emmett to the construction site. Emmett 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 influence Carlos, so he decided to do

university. But she changed her mind halfway and told the driver,

opened the WeChat app and mentioned Kasie and Kristina

again, Tomboy?" Dixon asked

"Yeah.

in the mood. I need to