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?"

make-up, and even worn perfume. The tempting scent wafting from her body

She didn't say anything this

tightened his grip. In a hoarse voice, he whispered,

looked at what she had on. She wore a black skirt that hugged her hips. It had a lace hem, and a slit along one

as she opened her mouth to try to explain, she felt his lips on

a few minutes, Carlos pinned her onto the sofa. Looking down at the panting woman with his dark eyes, he asked sarcastically, "So is Hayden impotent?" Debbie blinked her eyes in confusion. "Hayden? What do you

you happy in

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

cold look in them made her get goose bumps. She somehow felt

to breathe. "Let's

now you switch gears.

her eyes at him. "Of course. But that won't work on a good man like you," she

"I'm never good."

Debbie didn't joke at his words. She shook her head seriously and told him in a sincere voice, "No,

"So now your strategy

Seems like he'll twist anything I say. I'd better zip my

sleep with my ex-wife before my engagement, am I a good man? What

Debbie tried to

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

her no chance to utter a single word. In no time, the VIP room was filled with

but she felt like she was. It was like a dream. A very good dream. The

and over, just like the old days when they made love. It felt like it had

Debbie who asked him to call her "Deb" in the moment, he did it anyway. And he had

his arms, exhausted from their love session. Debbie hadn't slept this well in a while. Having to release an album in two months might have something to

was already one in the afternoon. She slowly opened her eyes. Where

dawned on her that she was in Carlos' private room at

we spent the

room, but there was no sign

she tried to roll over on the sofa. She hurt all over. Carlos wasn't gentle to

the sofa, she noticed two pieces of paper