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?"

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

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

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

was even more confused now. She 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 side. But

as she opened her mouth to try to explain, she

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

happy in the sheets, why come to

accident. You could have had your way with me several times, but no. Now you blame Hayden. That's not the Carlos I remember. Strong,

eyes. The cold look in them made her get goose bumps. She somehow felt frightened. She hadn't seen him

struggling to breathe. "Let's go home

now you switch gears.

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

"I'm never good."

words. She shook her head seriously and told him in a sincere voice, "No, Carlos. You're a good man. A very good one. I'm not budging on

strategy is to fawn over

the heck? Fine! Seems like he'll twist anything I say. I'd better zip

before my engagement, am I a

to

could figure out what he meant,

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

was like a dream. A very good dream. The best dream in the past

over, just like the old days when they made love.

her "Deb" in the moment, he did it anyway. And he had called out that name many times in the heat of

Debbie hadn't slept this well in a while. Having to release an album

it was already one in the afternoon. She slowly

on her that she was in Carlos' private room at

we spent the night

but there was no sign

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

sitting up on the sofa, she noticed two pieces of paper