The livid look on Carlos' face scared Colleen stiff. If anything, she knew Carlos well enough not to cross his line.
She imdiately clutched at Curtis' arm and huddled for cover behind him.
With profound resignation, Curtis patted Carlos' shoulder and tried to appease him. "Man, we both know Debbie well. She deliberately chose this club, just to piss you off. Co on! She's just acting like any other woman in a situation like this. As a man, you should try and understand."
Although Debbie was embarrassed at how her sche plan had been so easily exposed, she still stubbornly refused to admit her fault. Instead, she tried to downplay her mistake with a joke. "Mr. Lu, you took it wrong. I ca here because I knew there would be handso rent boys around. Lately, Carlos has been drab, boring. I wanted to try soone new... Aaargh! Carlos Huo, what are you doing? Let go!"
In the twinkling of an eye, Carlos pounced on Debbie, forcefully pulling her over from behind Colleen's back, his face dark and threatening. The look on his face alone scared the bejesus out of Debbie. 'Dammit! Why did I have to piss him off?' "Help! Help! Mr. Lu, Damon, Wesley...please sobody, help out..."
"Shut the hell up!" Carlos wondered what had co over Debbie.
Leaning against the wall, Damon shook his hand and said casually, "For all the trouble you have caused everyone, we'll leave Carlos to deal with you whichever way he sees best. So you two had better sort out your differences without involving any of us." 'Why would anyone want to have a girlfriend as bold and reckless as Debbie?' he wondered.
Looking deeply thoughtful, Wesley spoke his thoughts out. "I can only imagine what it would be like if she had fooled any of us into her mischief."
Adjusting his glasses, Curtis chid in with a smile, "The disagreents you two are having only prove how deeply you love each other. Colleen and I can only sincerely wish you well after this is over."
Now Debbie realized she was alone in dealing with her own ss, and no one was willing to intervene on her behalf. In desperation, she turned to Emtt. Perhaps he would be her last hope. "Emtt, please, help! If you can, please..." She paused, not knowing what to say next.
But Emtt too was careful to not ddle in the private issues of his boss. Pretending not to care about Debbie's request, he turned to Kasie instead and held her close in his arms. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Lu is right. You and Mr. Huo are just getting to know each other. It's part and parcel of love. The only challenge is that it takes ti and lots of patience in how you deal with each other."
By now, Carlos had already dragged Debbie to the door. Not willing to give up, she clung on to the door-fra and yelled, "Why do you leave in the lurch? You should at least allow the little courtesy to invite the girls to the manor. Colleen, Kasie, Wesley's girlfriend...why don't you guys co have a drink at my place?"
Surprised at the way Debbie had addressed her, Blair smiled sweetly and declined the invitation politely. "Thank you, Debbie. But today is not the right ti. We'll visit you next ti."
In Emtt's arms, Kasie waved her hand at Debbie and said, "Tomboy, it's very late now. Just go back ho with Mr. Huo. See you tomorrow."
"Oh, Kasie, you have always gotten my back in tis like this. Why don't you put in a good word for when Carlos is about to bite my head off?"
"Tomboy, I'm sorry for letting you down. Don't worry. Mr. Huo won't beat you. Oh, by the way, you may want to stay at ho tomorrow because of your hickeys..."
That wisecrack form Kasie imdiately diffused the tension in the air.
While everyone giggled, Debbie rolled her eyes, and turned to Colleen, who burst out laughing the mont their eyes t.
"Well, I guess Kasie's right. Just be girly and see how Carlos will quickly forget about your disagreents."
"Be girly? Hell no! I don't think I can, Colleen..." Debbie was still holding on to the door-fra, struggling to wriggle herself from Carlos' arms.
"You know how to do it. Good luck," said Colleen.
"Oh, please, I really can't..." protested Debbie, obviously still mad at Carlos.
"Girl, you can. Not unless you underestimate yourself," Colleen kept urging. Of course Colleen knew how a little charm and flattery could disarm a man.
Even an impatient, forceful man like Carlos would easily fall for such tenderness. But since Debbie was bent on maintaining her hardcore stance, Carlos finally ran out of patience. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the parking lot. No matter how much she kicked and flailed, he wasn't going to let her break free.
Feeling tipsy after having one too many, Debbie was nauseated from the struggle. Finally, Carlos put her in the back seat and closed the door.
At once, he got into the driver's seat, locked the car doors and started the engine.
"Carlos Huo, drop off!" Debbie shouted, leaning against the car door.
But Carlos didn't respond.
"Leave alone. I don't want to go back to the manor."
Carlos slowed down, put on the Bluetooth and dialed Emtt's number. "Book a hotel room for , and buy a few items for the night. Get a pen and write down the following list. I need..."
The mont Debbie heard the very first item of what Carlos asked Emtt to buy, she sprung to her feet. Forgetting she was in a small space, she bumped her head into the roof of the car. Her face turning red, she snapped, "Why did you ask Emtt to buy them?"
After hanging up, Carlos said indifferently, "Let's try sothing new."
"Are you kidding , Carlos?" Debbie was totally freaked out. What the heck was Carlos up to, ordering for sex toys? "Listen! If that's your idea of fun, you'd better not involve ," she sneered. "And I an it. Call Emtt and explain away your silly joke."
"Nope," Carlos curtly replied.
Not in the mood to argue, Debbie took out her phone, dialed Emtt's number and told him in a hurry, "Emtt, I think your boss has had one too many. He's completely sloshed. Don't listen to him. You may go back ho now."
Emtt, who was on his way to the sex toy shop, answered the call with so hesitation. On hearing Debbie's anxious voice, he put in, "But Mr. Huo told to... I don't think it would be wise of to take instructions contrary to what my boss has told . Besides, what is the harm in trying sothing different?"
This was driving Debbie crazy. "Shut the hell up and listen to what I'm saying! If you want to try, then well and okay, that's up to you and Kasie. But don't lecture on what I want."
At her suggestion, Emtt looked at Kasie, who was even more excited than him, and answered, "I haven't gotten to second base yet. After we get married, we will give it a try. Mrs. Huo, don't worry. They are not scary at all..." 'What's Carlos thinking of to order for things that he and Debbie couldn't agree on?' he wondered.
"I hope my instructions are clear, Emtt," Debbie said when she realized the other end of the line had gone silent for a mont.
"Um...how about I just buy so candles?" he offered.
'Candles? What for? This is getting weird!' Debbie thought. "Are you high on sothing, Emtt? Okay. Whatever you're on, I hope you have gotten clear."
"Mrs. Huo, I'm Mr. Huo's secretary," Emtt stamred. Judging from the way the party had ended, he knew Carlos was mad, and there was no wisdom in trying to side with Debbie when everyone knew she was the cause of trouble.
anwhile, Debbie waited, taking ti in the hope that Emtt would relent. But just when she wanted to say sothing, Carlos snatched her phone away.
She hadn't even noticed the car stopping at a red light. That was when Carlos took the chance to stretch his hand and take the phone from her.
In frustration, Debbie slumped back into her seat and pursed her lips. She was lost for words.
Eventually, Carlos stopped the car at the underground parking lot of the hotel. Debbie, however, refused to get out.
Carlos got in the back seat, pressed himself against her and looked her in the eye. In a cold voice, he asked, "Hayden Gu, Gregory Song, and now three rent boys...Debbie Nian, are you that horny?"
"No, I'm not." She shook her head vigorously. On the contrary, she couldn't even stand Carlos' sexual needs.
With a mocking smile, Carlos raised her chin and ordered, "Wipe your lipstick off."
To which Debbie simply waved her hand in dismissal. She knew he was a clean freak and that lipstick alone was enough to turn him off.
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