Entering the villa, Carlos noticed that the light in the kitchen was still on. He didn't pay much attention to it and, loosening his tie, walked towards the stairs.
"Old man!" A girl's voice rang out, coming from within the kitchen. So he changed his plans, and made for the kitchen.
Debbie came out before he could enter, a glass of warm milk in hand. She offered it, and he took it from her. "Drink it," she said.
As Carlos accepted the glass, Debbie smelt something on him. Was that…alcohol?
Instead of drinking the milk, he pulled her into his arms with his free hand and gave her a passionate kiss. "Why aren't you in bed? Naughty girl!" he blamed, half-jokingly.
Debbie frowned. She hadn't imagined it. And now the smell of booze was overpowering. She realized that Carlos must have had more than a little wine this evening.
"You went out drinking?" She raised her head to look at him.
"Yeah. We landed a major account, so we drank a little to celebrate." A little? That couldn't be a little! Debbie pouted her lips and thought, 'So you won't let me drink, and now you come home drunk. This is so bogus!'
After draining it in a single gulp, Carlos put the empty glass on the table beside him, scooped Debbie in his arms, and carried her up the stairs.
"Wait, wait! I haven't even turned off the lights yet." Debbie pointed to the kitchen.
Without stopping, Carlos said, "Julie will handle it."
He had scarcely finished his sentence when Debbie saw Julie come out of the gloom and enter the kitchen carrying the empty glass.
Entering the bedroom, Carlos laid her carefully on the bed and leaned down close to her. He kissed her ear, her cheek, her mouth, her neck, all the way down her body. She normally enjoyed this, but the stench was beginning to make her nauseous. "Honey, you smell so good," he murmured.
'I know I smell good. You gave me your company's latest bath and body line, ' she thought. Unable to bear the strong reek of alcohol anymore, Debbie cupped his face and feigned anger by saying, "Get away from me—your breath stinks! Go take a bath!"
"Yes, my lady!" It was exaggerated, or perhaps exacerbated by his drunken state. In any case, he snapped to, and did as she bade him. He gave her a passionate kiss before getting up from the bed.
He pulled her up and demanded, "Take off my tie!"
"Hmph! Don't you know how to untie your tie?" Debbie had never done it before and began to study his tie. Taking in the over and under nature of the knot, figuring out where she'd start.
"No, I don't." He lied.
Much to his surprise, Debbie was instantly mad at his answer. She grabbed him by his tie and asked through gritted teeth, "Tell me the truth. Did you have some woman doing it for you?"
Carlos' jaw dropped.
He had no other choice but to give in and tell her the truth. "Well, I can take off my own tie myself. Usually Julie or Zelda helps me tie it."
Julie? No problem. But Zelda? Carlos' assistant who was partial to Megan? Absolutely no! "Why did you ask Zelda to help you with your tie?" Debbie pouted her lips, irritated.
Amused by her reaction, Carlos pulled her into his arms and said, "Fine, you'll be the only one who can tie my tie from now on. Promise. Okay, Honey?"
"Okay. I'll hold you to that. No one is allowed to touch your tie except me!" she warned him.
"Trust me!" He kissed her forehead. A loud laugh escaped his chest. He was in a great mood. And why not? Debbie was very jealous and possessive and he thought that was highly amusing. She should be. After all, he was a prize that any woman would be lucky to have. The fact that Debbie recognized that just made his day.
'My wife is the cutest, prettiest and most interesting girl in the world!' he thought.
Debbie finally managed to remove his tie, and while she was unfastening his shirt, a light bulb went off in her head. "Hey, I've heard my friends talking…The way they talk about sex, it's the best thing in the world. But all I could feel was pain the last time we did it. Old man, you're bad in bed!" Stunned, Carlos was left speechless for a while. That was a devastating blow for any man, especially someone like Carlos. His face was as dark as ink. He gripped her hands and gritted his teeth. "Debbie Nian!"
His cold voice brought Debbie back to her senses. "W-What? Er… Did I say something wrong? Wait, wait. Hey…Honey…let go of me… Don't… Mmm…"
Now in no mood to take a bath, he pressed his body against hers. One of his hands undid her clothing, and the other was busy kneading her breasts. He would show her what he was capable of.
After what seemed an eternity, Debbie stretched out, and watched the man enter the bathroom. 'Wow. Why did I tell him that?
My whole body's killing me now!' She was too tired to move and just wanted to sleep.
In about twenty minutes, Debbie was fast asleep and dreaming. In her dream, a drooling Husky was licking her lips. She slapped the Husky across its face and yelled, "Fuck off! You stupid dog!"
But it was no dog, but instead Carlos. He had been slapped across the face and had just been called a dog by his wife. This was the last thing he expected. He was hoping to hear how great he was in bed. His face soured instantly.
He grabbed her waving arms and kissed her ear before saying, "Honey, look at me."
Debbie opened her sleepy eyes and got her head on straight when she saw Carlos' face. "Hey baby, I was wrong. Please don't be mad. I'm wiped out and just want to sleep. Let's just crash, okay?"
"No!" Carlos turned her down without any hesitation. He grabbed her jaw, forced her to look him in the eye and asked, "Debbie, am I bad in bed?"
That night, he had sex with her again and again. He even asked her the same question so many times the whole evening that she could only answer him again and again, "No, you're not bad in bed. You're incredible!" She kept hoping he'd just be sated so she could get some shut-eye.
It wasn't the first time Debbie had woken up with a hoarse voice. But it was the first time that her voice had been hoarse and cracked because of what she and Carlos did between the sheets.
Carlos got up, and then took her in his arms once more, carrying her to the bathroom. Debbie wondered if he'd finally let her go this time. But no, the glass door began to blur at the same moment the water from the shower hit the floor. A blurry image of two silhouettes intertwined in throes of passion could be seen through the frosted door. Heavy gasps, passionate moans, and affectionate words filled the bathroom as their bodies merged into one. It was almost dawn when Carlos finally decided to call it a day. He picked up a sleeping Debbie from the bathtub and laid her carefully on the bed. Then he took out a hair dryer and dried her damp hair carefully before he at last fell asleep, Debbie in his arms.
Debbie was awakened from her slumber by her phone. She reached out her hand to grab it and opened one eye to check the caller ID—it was Jared. "Hi, Jared."
"Hi Tomboy! Not feeling well? Your voice… Were you singing in the club again?" On second thought, Jared knew he was wrong. If Debbie had actually gone to the club last night, she would have called him so they could go together.
Debbie blushed when she realized why her voice was so rough. She shook her head and cleared her throat before saying, "No, I wasn't at the club. And I'm feeling okay. I just woke up. What's up?"
She rolled over and then… 'Ouch! That hurts! Damn it, Carlos!'
"You just woke up? Look what time it is. It's almost 12! You weren't in class this morning. What would your dear husband say?" Jared asked.
Speaking of Carlos, Jared couldn't help complaining inwardly. 'He's Debbie's husband, and he should keep an eye on her. But he's even had me followed since he found us in the same hotel room together! What a jerk!'
This was true. If Jared made the slightest mistake at school, Carlos had standing orders for Curtis to drag him to the CEO's office of ZL Group so Carlos could get on his case.
Jared was too scared to skip classes anymore, and he'd even get there ahead of time. His parents even wanted to thank Carlos for having made him into a good student.
But he didn't expect Debbie to be bold enough to skip classes. He'd sent her messages on WeChat, but got no reply. So he called her on his lunch break, only to find that she was still sleeping…
Debbie was left speechless. She knew very well why she wasn't in class, but to admit it… Yes, she knew, but was it right for her to tell him that? She turned it over in her mind a few times, trying to figure it out. 'How do I tell him the real reason I wasn't in class? And do I really want to? This is all Carlos' fault, the jerk! He tortured me all night just because I said he was bad in bed.' And she cried inside. She was weary, sore, and suffering for a terrible choice of words.
