"Hmm…" Carlos swallowed hard and tried to move his eyes away from Debbie.
The truth was, what happened between him and Stephanie earlier that night was just an accident. She was drunk and she didn't want to leave when he picked her up from the club. Then before he could even open the car door, Stephanie tripped on her heels and fell forward. Carlos instinctively reached out to catch her, consequently wrapping his arms around her waist. However, he had lost control of his balance.
To keep from falling, Carlos pressed Stephanie against the car for support. He was surprised to find that Stephanie took this chance to kiss him. She grabbed him and locked her arms around his neck and started kissing him passionately.
At that exact moment, Debbie and her friends had just seen the whole thing happen. What they didn't see was Carlos desperately trying to free himself from Stephanie.
"What happened tonight will never happen again." Carlos found himself assuring Debbie right away. He found it strange but he liked it.
Debbie's face broke into a smile—she was satisfied. She stopped crying and leaned over for a kiss until she seemed to remember something, and stopped herself. Her face twisted into disgust. She hatefully wiped Carlos' lips with her hand. "I hate that you have that woman all over your lips! Yuck! Brush your teeth please!" she demanded.
She didn't kiss him. Instead, she pushed him all the way to the bathroom.
Carlos was at a loss for words. He wondered what he was really doing here when he was only getting tortured by Debbie. Why would he bring all this trouble for himself? Was he taking advantage of his freedom too much? Even he couldn't quite understand himself.
A few minutes later, after brushing his teeth, he walked back to her bedroom again. He thought Debbie would be sleeping right now but instead, he found her lying seductively and gazing at him.
As soon as he came out, she giggled and called, "Come here, Mr. Handsome. I have a secret for you."
Carlos obediently walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. Absentmindedly, he said, "Don't sleep yet. I'll have someone bring you a—" Before he could finish speaking, Debbie suddenly crawled up to him and kissed him.
Her skirt had already been taken off. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her body, slowly moving it up and down and letting him explore her. She softly tempted him, whispering his ear, "Mr. Handsome, we didn't really want to get divorced. We've already done this before. A lot of times. I've never slept with anyone since…"
Carlos tightened his grip on her waist, trying to constrain himself.
But Debbie wasn't backing down. She continued whispering flirtatiously, "I read on the Internet that if thirty-year-old men don't get regular sex, they might get sick…" Debbie really wasn't sure with what she had just said. She knew that Carlos had been with Stephanie the past three years, so they might have been sleeping with each other then. Still, Debbie wanted to believe that he'd waited for her throughout these years.
Meanwhile, drops of sweat began to form on Carlos' forehead as he tried to suppress his desire.
Suddenly, Debbie boldly reached out to touch his member and it immediately responded. Carlos lost it.
He pressed her on the bed and passionately kissed her.
Debbie couldn't exactly remember what happened but next thing she knew, she had already fallen asleep. But she was sure of one thing—before she had closed her eyes, she felt Carlos arms wrapped around her.
The next morning, the ringing of her doorbell woke her up. Debbie lazily turned. She could feel her head pounding.
Suddenly, the pounding in her head bolted her awake. She sobered up and opened her eyes. As she ignored the ringing of the doorbell, she tried to recall what happened last night.
She remembered she and Kasie were both drunk and then someone took her to the dance floor. But Carlos' figure popped up in her mind. She vaguely recalled an image of her and Carlos on her bed.
She moved and she didn't feel anything ache, nor did she feel any sort of discomfort.
She sat up on the bed. It was then that she noticed the love bites on her body. Her mind went blank all of a sudden.
After thinking hard to piece everything together, Debbie still wasn't sure if she and Carlos ended up sleeping together.
Whoever was standing in front of her apartment door seemed to be really persistent. The person had been ringing the doorbell for more than five minutes already.
Debbie smoothed her disheveled long hair and looked at the messy bed. Carlos was no longer there. She was alone in the bedroom.
'Forget it!' She decided to check out who was at the door first.
She got out of bed and put on her pajamas, but it wasn't able to cover the love bites on her neck.
She had no other choice because it was summer and she couldn't wear anything that covered her neck.
Debbie peeked in the cat's eye to see who it was at the door. She yelled angrily, "You guys are so noisy!"
She grudgingly unlocked the door. She had barely turned the knob when her visitors suddenly came barging in. "Tomboy, we would have called the police if you hadn't opened the door by now… Hey, hey! You… Oh my God! You must have had a night!"
Jared exclaimed, eyes widened in shock. He pointed at her neck and then gave her a thumbs-up.
Sasha, who was following behind him, looked curiously towards where he was pointing at. But he blocked her view and joked, "Don't look, my baby. You're too young and it's not suitable for you to see that. Let me take you home!"
Sasha rolled her eyes at him and slapped his hands away. "What're you doing? We're all grown-ups here," she rebuked. Then she turned to Debbie and asked excitedly, "Were you with Mr. Huo?"
Debbie felt embarrassed. She nodded her head helplessly and led them into her apartment while explaining, "But I don't think we actually did it. We didn't…really…have sex. Carlos has quite the willpower! By the way, why were you guys ringing my doorbell and banging my door so urgently? Anything important?"
'Didn't have sex?' Jared and Sasha were so disappointed to hear that.
"We came to give you back your cellphone and your car." Jared took Debbie's handbag from Sasha's hand and put it on the table.
Debbie took a look at her handbag and nodded understandingly. "So are you going to hang out for a while or do you guys need to be somewhere? I'm actually still very sleepy. I want to go back to bed and sleep for a while longer."
Jared casually leaned against the sofa and grumbled, "Tomboy, we're guests of yours here. Is that how you would treat your guests? You haven't even served us tea or coffee or anything yet and you're already making us leave! Well, that's not polite."
"Fine, get a dollar from my bag and go downstairs and buy yourself a bottle of water. Help yourself to whatever you want," Debbie spat as she heaved a yawn.
She was very tired. Even though she and Carlos didn't really have sex last night, the way he touched, kissed, and bit her was enough to exhaust her. It seemed like he was still the same lover she had remembered. In fact, even better. And Debbie didn't even want to get started on how Carlos kissed her.
Looking at the dark circles under Debbie's eyes, Sasha said sympathetically, "Debbie, you better rest for now. Don't worry. We have something else to do. We should get going." Then, she broke free from Jared's grip and walked up to Debbie. In a hushed voice, she cautioned, "Debbie, you're still young. Don't tire yourself out. Be careful of your health, especially your…" 'Kidney!' Sasha didn't blurt out that last word. Frequent sex could cause kidney deficiency, but since they didn't really have sex last night, Sasha stopped her joke midway.
Debbie's lips twitched.
Jared dragged Sasha to leave the apartment. Debbie returned to her bedroom without seeing her friends off. As soon as she climbed onto her bed, she fell asleep at once.
On the sixth floor
When Stephanie woke up, it was already past seven o'clock in the morning. After drinking the soup prepared by the maid, she fixed herself and went to knock on Carlos' bedroom door.
But no one opened the door. After a few moments, she pushed open the door and heard someone in the bathroom. She realized that it was probably Carlos.
But something was wrong. She checked the time and it was around 8:00. Carlos normally jogged in the morning. He would come back around 6:40 and by 7:00, he would already have taken his shower. So why was he showering so late?
She caught a glimpse of the tidy bed. That was when she grew suspicious. 'Didn't Carlos sleep here last night? Or did he actually make his bed before going into the shower?'
As she got lost in her thoughts, the sound of the running water suddenly stopped. Stephanie stared at the bathroom door. Soon, the door flew open.
With a bath towel sloppily hanging over his waist, Carlos walked out the bathroom. When he saw the woman in his bedroom, he slightly furrowed his brows.
Stephanie snapped out of her trance and explained, "I just came to tell you, last night I…" She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed an obvious love bite on Carlos' neck.
