True Love Waits

Chapter 377 Your Strategy

"Okay. See you," Debbie said to Jared.

As soon as she opened the door to the room, a strong reek of alcohol reached her nostrils. She fanned her hands through the air, trying to keep the stench away from her nose and mouth.

After taking a few steps inside, she saw a man in white shirt lying lazily on the sofa, eyes shut.

She wasn't sure if he was fast asleep or not. He wasn't responding to the noise, though.

Debbie put aside her handbag and patted him cautiously, hoping to rouse him. "Hey, you awake? Let's go home now."

Hearing her voice, Carlos parted his eyelids slightly.

He sat up on the sofa, head down, and massaged his brows to relieve his headache.

Debbie didn't know what to do. She scratched her head, silently waiting for his response.

But after waiting for a while, he still didn't acknowledge her presence. He just kept his head down.

Left with no choice, Debbie squatted in front of him and moved his arms around. "Old man, are you okay? Come on, I'll drive you home and you can sleep it off." Why is he drinking like this?' she wondered. That wasn't like him. He might come home a little buzzed, but not sloppy drunk.

As she was lost in thought, Carlos suddenly grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her into his.

Caught off-guard, Debbie banged her head against his burly chest. "Ouch! You're hurting me."

"Debbie Nian." His husky voice rang in her ears, melting her heart.

She exclaimed in her mind, 'Oh, God, why? Even his voice is hot! I'm addicted to it!'

She locked her arms around his neck and gave him a charming smile. "Yes, Mr. Handsome. I'm here."

Carlos held on to her and examined her face carefully. After a while, he spat, "Are you that desperate, to take advantage of me when I'm drunk?"

worn perfume. The tempting scent wafting from her body slowly

didn't say anything this time, nor did she move, even a

voice, he whispered, "You want sex? You're

hips. It had a lace

she opened her mouth to try to

the sofa. Looking down at the panting woman with his dark

he makes you happy in the sheets, why come to

explain anything. It was useless to explain, especially when he was drunk. Pushing down the anger in her heart, she scoffed, "I think you went impotent after the accident. You could have had your way with me several times, but no. Now you blame

Debbie looked into his deep eyes. The cold look in them made her get goose bumps. She somehow

to breathe. "Let's go

now you switch gears. Playing hard

that won't

"I'm never good."

didn't joke at his words. She shook her head seriously and told him in a sincere voice, "No, Carlos. You're a good man. A very

strategy

he'll twist anything I say. I'd better zip

my ex-wife before my engagement, am I a good man? What do you think?" he

tried to

figure out what he meant, that panty-melting voice came

her no chance to utter a single word. In no time, the VIP room was filled with the love aura and heavy breathing. He took her again and again, and

this time, but she felt like she was. It was like a

body and heard him call her "Deb" over and over, just like the old

he did it anyway. And he had called out

feeling safe in his arms, exhausted from their love session. Debbie hadn't slept this well in a while. Having to release an album

woke up, it was already one in the afternoon.

that was when it dawned on her that she was in Carlos'

we spent the night

the room, but there was no

the sofa. She hurt all over. Carlos wasn't gentle to her last

sofa, she noticed two pieces of paper on the