'She thinks I won't kiss her if she refuses to wipe the lipstick off? Humph! How naive!' Carlos thought. He lowered his head slowly and kissed her on the lips.
An hour later, with the lipstick mark still on the corner of his mouth, Carlos scooped Debbie up in his arms and went to the room which Emmett had booked for them earlier. She was exhausted.
There were different kinds of sex toys on the nightstand. Carlos put Debbie onto the bed, and began to study the toys.
Debbie turned over and got in between the sheets. She covered herself with the quilt, not wanting to look at the man.
But when she heard one of the toys buzzing, she couldn't keep her cool anymore. She held out her head from under the quilt and pleaded, "Carlos, I already apologized to you. Please don't torture me anymore, okay?" 'He already forced me to apologize to him back in the car, but he wants to torture me even more. What an asshole!' she cursed inwardly.
Carlos cast a cold glance at her and continued to read the manual of the toy in his hand.
Debbie was angry again.
She turned her back to him and swore to herself that she would never beg him for mercy again. When Carlos finally began to use the toys on her, she clenched her teeth, not letting out a sound.
However, after a while, she couldn't bear it any longer. She cried out and begged, "Aaargh! I'm sorry, Carlos. Please! Please forgive me. Carlos...don't..."
Carlos didn't stop, so she continued to beg, "Honey...I'm really, really sorry. Please let me go..."
Carlos was really mad at Debbie this time. He had no plans of going soft on her just because of her pleas. He thrust his finger inside her, and she cried out. He did it again and again and enjoyed her cries of pleas and pleasure. He palmed her clitoris, and she yelled out once more. He pushed inside her harder and harder. "Don't provoke me ever again, okay?"
"Okay... I won't." Deep inside, she cursed, 'Pervert! Sex freak!'
When she woke up again, she felt like she had slept for an eternity. The strong rays of the sun hit her eyes. It seemed like it was already afternoon.
She turned over to reach for her phone on the nightstand. It was ten past three.
"Okay. That's all right." Carlos' voice suddenly broke the silence and startled Debbie. She had thought that she was alone in the room.
She looked around and saw Carlos standing by the window in his suit. He was on the phone, but his eyes were fixed on her.
Debbie looked away; she didn't want to look at the man. She hadn't gotten out of bed for two days and one night because of him, and didn't even know when and how she had gotten back home.
Seeing Debbie awake, Carlos walked towards the bed and looked at her sleepy eyes.
His call was still connected. "Okay. She'll be there in three days. No need to arrange a dorm for her. A house has been bought for her near the college. Okay, bye."
'So, he has already gone through the enrollment procedures for me. He wants me to leave as soon as possible, doesn't he? He hates me so much. I said I wanted to go abroad ahead of time, and he agreed without hesitation. Doesn't he know that when women say yes, they actually mean no?'
Debbie thought, her heart aching.
After hanging up, Carlos dialed another number and demanded, "Bring my wife's lunch."
Then he sat on the side of the bed and threw back the covers. Looking her in the eye, he said casually, "Go to an expo with me this evening."
"No." She turned him down without a second's hesitation.
Carlos' face darkened. "Why not?"
'Why not? When I told you I wanted to go abroad ahead of time, you should've coaxed me into staying instead of agreeing with it. And you tortured me mercilessly at the hotel!' she thought angrily. "I'm not feeling well." She made an excuse.
Concern crowded his face. He held her waist gently and said, "Let me take you to the hospital." He sort of regretted having all that wild sex with her.
"No, thank you. You go to work." Debbie shook off his arm and turned her back to him.
Carlos bent over and whispered in her ear, "Honey, do not provoke me again."
Bitterness flooded Debbie's heart. She gave him a mocking smile and taunted, "Seriously? It was—" 'Never mind. I don't want to argue with him any longer.' She took a deep breath and said, "Rest assured, Mr. President. I'm leaving this country soon. I won't have the chance to provoke you again."
"Sure, you will be going abroad ahead of me. But don't worry, I'll be there with you soon enough. I'm not gonna leave you alone," he coaxed her. He had already laid out his plans for dealing with some of the major issues at hand. He would then leave the rest of his work to his trusted subordinates before going abroad to keep his wife company.
'There will be no Hayden, no Gregory, and no more Megan. We won't have to continue these stupid arguments with each other over there...' he thought with a small smile.
"No need for that, Mr. Huo. I'm good on my own. Just keep your niece company. She's a delicate girl and needs you the most. I'm different. I've been practicing martial arts for more than ten years now. I can protect myself," she said sarcastically.
Carlos closed his eyes to calm himself down. Ignoring her taunts, he said, "I've found out who and where your brother is. He's in Z Country. If you want to visit him, I'll take you there."
He successfully shifted her attention to a more delicate subject.
Debbie hesitated for a long time. "Do you know who my mom is?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Now that Carlos knew her brother's information, he should've found out who her mother was as well.
"Yes. If you want to know—"
"No!" Debbie interrupted him quickly. "I don't want to know who she is. Don't tell me anything." She was not mentally prepared for that information yet.
Carlos sighed, "I have your brother's information in my office. If you want to take a look at it, I'll ask Emmett to fetch it for you."
Debbie didn't respond.
Her lunch arrived. She washed her face and brushed her teeth before having her lunch quietly.
Before he headed to work, Carlos gave her a set of high-end skin care products. "These were specially made for your skin. Try them to see if you like them."
'Is this his way of apologizing?' she wondered.
She accepted the gift. After all, she would be leaving soon. She might not be able to receive gifts from Carlos in the future.
After having a warm bath, Debbie put on her pajamas and threw herself onto the bed. She just wanted to stay at home and play on her phone.
About ten minutes passed, and she received a call from an unfamiliar number.
She answered it. "Hello?"
"Debbie. It's me, Gregory."
"Oh, hi, Gregory. What's up?"
After a moment's pause, he asked, "Are you busy now?"
"No, I'm not. What is it?"
"There's a jewelry and watch exposition at the New District Exhibition Center. I happen to have two invitations. Would you like to come with me?" he offered, holding the invitations tightly in his hand. He was so nervous that his palms became sweaty.
'A jewelry and watch exposition?' Debbie already had many jewelry and watches in her walk-in closet. They were all sent to her by Carlos, and most of them were brand new. "I'm sorry, Gregory, but I don't feel like going out today..."