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?"

The tempting scent wafting from her body slowly

confused. She didn't say anything this time, nor did she

grip. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, "You want sex?

at what she had on. She wore a black skirt that hugged her hips. It had a lace hem, and a slit along one side. But it wasn't short, nor was it revealing. It was just a

her mouth to try to explain,

for a few minutes, Carlos pinned her onto the sofa. Looking down at the panting woman with his

you happy in the

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

said coldly. Debbie looked into his deep eyes. The cold look in them made

all," she said, struggling to breathe. "Let's go

switch gears. Playing hard to get,

rolled her eyes at him. "Of course. But that won't work on a

"I'm never good."

his words. She shook her head seriously and told him in a sincere voice, "No, Carlos.

"So now your strategy is to

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

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

to

out what he meant, that panty-melting

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

she felt like she was. It was like a dream. A very good dream. The best dream in the

body and heard him call her "Deb" over and over, just like the old days when they made love. It felt like it had been an

to call her "Deb" in the moment, he did it anyway. And he had called out

safe in his arms, exhausted from their love session. Debbie hadn't slept this well

the afternoon. She slowly opened her

sleepy eyes, and that was when it dawned on her that she

spent the night here,'

but there was no sign

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

noticed two pieces of paper on the