Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos' lips curled meaningfully the moment he saw his woman. He entered the room and shut the door behind him.

Only then did he realize that Debbie was wearing a seductive nightgown. Apparently, she had just taken a bath and now, had draped the most comfortable, as well as the most revealing gown she could find.

He would have to be the dumbest man in the entire world to not get her point even after this move.

Her charming nose, appealing cheek bones, her flaming lips—this girl could make his brain go totally blank within an instant. Without further ado, he pulled her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on her red, soft lips.

Debbie stood on tiptoe, kissing him back passionately.

Without opening her eyes, she dug through his pocket to look for his phone. She found it easily and, waving it before his eyes, switched it off.

She loved him so much that she couldn't wait any longer to give herself to him now. And more importantly, she didn't want Megan to destroy their romantic night. Somehow, she got the feeling that Megan would have.

Carlos took the phone from her hand and with total disregard, threw it away as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

The ambience was just right for their affair. The bedroom was dimly lit and a faint fragrance of rose permeated the air.

Carlos carefully laid Debbie onto the kind-sized round bed and pressed himself against her. Her body was shaking like a leaf out of nervousness and excitement. In a hoarse voice, he whispered in her ear, "Deb, I will never let you go in my life."

And then he lowered his head again to kiss her.

Debbie was already in a trance due to the passionate kiss he had planted before. Suddenly, something dawned on her.

She covered his lips with her right hand, and used her left hand to take something out from under the pillow—something square; it was a velvet box, evidently expensive.

She opened the box and the thing inside it made Carlos' face sour.

"Carlos Huo, this ring will forever be a witness of my love for you. From today on, you are to be my man and mine only!"

Debbie had worked hard in the bar the past few months with the sole intention of buying this ring for Carlos.

when she bought it

first. Ignoring his long face, she slid the ring softly on his finger. It fit him

him to fall asleep, and measured his size with a

her hand tight and tried to protest, "Deb,

before assuring

laid out like

so special!' he was

to have the diamond processed and made into the best possible ring. However, it would take some time and the jewel wouldn't

tell her about his own preparations. She was going to

mood and throw his coat onto the floor. Then she began to unbutton his shirt. She hadn't done this before, and as a result, she was clumsy in her movements. Several minutes passed, but

him. He pulled her hands away from

had been thrown onto the floor. His voice, full of sensuality and allure, came to her ears. His breathing deepened

of a desire and passion to make love to him. In fact, she was excited and looking forward to it. As she ran her hands down his back and along his waist and then

she wanted him to continue kissing her, caressing her, stroking her

her phone alarm. Although she had switched her phone off the night

phone and

to raise her arm, the alarm was

Carlos turning off the alarm at her bedside. "Old man, what time is

remembered it. She had gotten

shot up straight, only to wince immediately because of the pain. "Aaaaagh!

over, a hard and painful reminder of the

himself near her with a smile, and asked in a soft

across Debbie's mind. She lay back, covered her head with the quilt and asked in a shy

she remembered that she had been the one to ask for the

by her childish behavior. Throwing back the quilt, he looked at his girl whose face was very red shade indeed and asked, "Why are

a bold girl who would sometimes tease him and tell dirty jokes. Why was

shy..." she murmured, but her cheeks betrayed her.