Both Debbie and Blair were stunned by Carlos' reply. At the same time, they envied Wesley's friendship with Carlos. In this corrupt and selfish society, it was hard to find a friend who cared about you enough to be willing to sleep with someone for your sake.
Blair realized that she would have to leave with Wesley that night. After dinner, she walked out of the apartment with Wesley. "Debbie, I live in New District. Come and see me some time. And when you and the others go shopping, call me too. And don't forget to tell me when you hold a concert next time. I'll come and support you!"
"Okay, I'll bear that in mind. Now, go home," Debbie said.
"Okay, see you around." Blair turned to leave, but she halted and ran back to hug Debbie tightly.
They held on to each other for quite some time, unwilling to part. Wesley lost his patience. He grabbed Blair's hand and dragged her towards the elevator as she waved goodbye to Debbie.
Debbie waved back to her and pitied her by how she was being dragged along by Wesley. 'No wonder he hasn't closed the deal with Blair yet. Can't he try and be a little softer to her?
Huh! Blair, I'll pray for you."
When she got back to the living room, her eyes fell on the man sitting casually on the couch.
Debbie ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Old man, are you really going to sleep with me tonight?" she asked naughtily. Her eyes roamed through his taut body as if she couldn't wait to strip him naked.
Carlos sighed. 'Seriously though... Why did I marry such a lustful woman?'
But he didn't say it out loud. If Debbie had heard his thoughts, she would have had a hundred ways to prove that she had learned from the best.
Unaware of what was on his mind, Debbie played with the buttons of his shirt.
Carlos pushed her away. "Since the issue is solved, I'm going home."
Saying that, he stood up from the couch. Surprised, Debbie looked at him and said wistfully, "Men are such liars. You said you would spend the night with me, and now you are leaving. Go. I'll just pretend that you were never here."
"Fine," he replied, as if he didn't sense her disappointment at all. He walked towards the door.
Debbie ran after him. "Hey meano! I made dinner for you. Am I not getting any reward for that?"
Carlos cast her a quick glance. His eyes involuntarily fell on her pouting lips. Before she could say anything else, he pulled her into his arms and pressed her back against the door. Without warning, he kissed her hard, and long. She kissed him back passionately as she held onto his muscular chest.
When they finally broke the kiss, Carlos took one last look at her flushed face and left the apartment in a hurry. Debbie rubbed her swollen lips with a satisfied smile and went to the kitchen as she hummed a melody.
Carlos' passion and his response to her advances were the driving force for her to win him back.
As she was about to hit the hay, Debbie got a phone call from Jared. "Dude, I am in a really good mood today. Let's hit the bar. You, me, Sasha and Kasie."
He sounded thrilled for some reason. Debbie had just washed her face. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she said to him, "Wow, you sound ecstatic. What happened? Did you win the lottery or something? Whatever it is, I'm happy for you. But I think I'm gonna pass. I just had my shower and am about to go to bed."
"Come on. Our company just signed a hundred million dollar contract. Come and celebrate with me! Put on something sexy. You just might get laid tonight."
"Get lost," Debbie cursed.
"Fine, how about this? I'll come to your place and pick you up."
Debbie smiled at his persistence. "You pick up Sasha. I'll come in my car."
"No problemo. Drive safe!"
After hanging up the call, Debbie grabbed her make-up kit. She drew her eyebrows and put on some foundation, then some mascara and red lipstick. She changed into a short black dress and left her apartment.
On her way, she got another call from Jared telling her that he, Kasie and Sasha were at the entrance of a mall. They had been buying some clothes for Sasha.
Debbie happened to be near the mall at the time, so she said, "Wait for me at the mall. I'm almost there. We'll go to the club together."
"All right."
Debbie found her friends at the mall's impromptu parking zone. Jared, Sasha and Kasie were waiting along with another man whom she didn't recognize.
Kasie was wearing a purple short-sleeved batwing blouse with denim shorts and black sandals, while Sasha looked sexy in her pink shorts and white tank top.
Debbie lowered the car window and waved to them. She looked at the man beside Kasie and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Your new beau?"
Kasie stretched her hand into the car through the window to grab Debbie. But Debbie moved away. She rolled her eyes at Debbie and chided, "He is my friend. I'll introduce him to you at the club."
"All right then. Let's roll. I'll follow you."
Debbie started the engine and moved into the traffic behind their cars. They drove towards the club Jared had reserved earlier.
At Sobriety Club
They parked their cars outside the club. Debbie straightened her dress after she got out of her car. Kasie put her arm around Debbie's, and they walked together towards the entrance.
Kasie eyed Debbie's makeup and her body tight black dress.
She playfully elbowed Debbie and remarked, "What a slutty dress! Look at that tiny waist of yours. If I were a man, I would give up everything if I had to, just to be with you."
Debbie pinched her face. "Cut the crap. Your shorts are way sexier than my dress. And—" She choked on her next words and stood frozen to her spot.
One minute she was laughing and teasing, and then her face had turned pale. Kasie was confused by her sudden change.
"Tomboy, what's the matter?" Jared asked, sensing her abnormal behavior.
Debbie said nothing. Her eyes were glued to something—someone ahead of them.
Jared and Kasie looked towards what she was staring at and saw a man and a woman kissing passionately, standing next to a black Emperor.
This was nothing out of place in a club. They had seen juicier stuff.
Jared snorted. He didn't think of it as a big deal. He was about to laugh at Debbie, wondering why she was making a fuss about it. But then, when he took a closer look, he realized who that man was.
'Shit!' To make sure he wasn't mistaken, he took a few steps forward. He got a clear view of the man's face. Carlos.
And the woman he was kissing was Stephanie.
Before anyone could say anything to diffuse the situation, a familiar shocked voice called out, "Aunt— Debbie Nian?"
Megan stared at Debbie with widened eyes. She was on the phone with someone when she saw Debbie.
The couple stopped kissing when they heard the noise. Carlos pulled away from the woman and turned to look at what was happening.
He saw the group standing not too far away from him and Stephanie. Among them was a woman in a black dress, staring at him
with a pasty face.
Carlos felt guilty and ashamed for reasons he couldn't fathom. He moved away from Stephanie and straightened his tie in annoyance.
Debbie stuck her fingernails into her palms as they formed tight fists. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. For the first time ever, she had seen Carlos making out with another woman.