Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Hi, Aunt Debbie. What the heck? When did you and Uncle Carlos tie the knot?" Megan asked with an innocent look on her face. She let go of Carlos, came over to Debbie, and held her arm like an old friend, though this was the first time they had met.

Debbie gave an awkward smile. "We got married three years ago, but he was always busy, so we weren't able to go out on a date until recently."

"Oh, I see," Megan responded. Then she turned to Carlos and complained, "Uncle Carlos, this is all your fault. You guys have been married for three years. So how come we haven't seen her til now?" Carlos held Debbie's hand with a smile.

"You are right. Mea culpa. I'll make up for it," he promised while looking Debbie in the eye.

Debbie blushed. She noticed Carlos was flirting with her again and every time he did that, her heart started pounding.

When the group walked in, a throng of young people already packed the venue where the party was being held. Everyone was having fun.

When people saw them, the women went crazy. "It's him! It's Carlos Huo! And his friends too! My God! I can't believe I'm seeing Carlos Huo!" one of them exclaimed.

"Wow! They're so hot! I like all four. What should I do?" a second woman said.

"Megan was right. She really is tight with Mr. Huo. But who's the woman next to him?" another wondered.

"I dunno! Never seen her before, but she's gorgeous," their friend said.

Their discussion went on like that, making this or that comment, usually about their looks.

Later, the group split up. Damon was pulled away from his friends by two beautiful women. Curtis and Colleen went somewhere alone. Wesley left his friends with Megan while she held his arm. Only Debbie and Carlos stayed put.

A waiter came to them offering all kinds of alcohol. Carlos took a glass of wine from the tray. When Debbie thought it was for her, Carlos told the waiter, "A glass of lemonade, please."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

After the waiter had left, Carlos sipped the wine and asked Debbie, "There's food over there. Hungry?"

She looked at him and asked, "Why

answered

glass of something alcoholic: Wine, liquor, champagne, even cocktails—no one was drinking lemonade. "Lemonade?

Carlos said. Simple, direct, and to the point. He didn't like

annoyed, but she knew she couldn't convince Carlos to let up. He

the refreshment tables. As usual cake was her favorite. She picked up a Hokkaido chiffon cupcake.

actress," Carlos answered while leaning against the table

most powerful young men spoiled Megan, Debbie couldn't help asking, "Who is

"Megan Lan."

know that. I

Damon cut in, holding one tall, slim woman in

check on her. You have some fun," Carlos said to her

him while they were talking and laughing. Debbie stared at

hesitated about whether to knock on the door or not. To her surpise, Colleen was already standing next to her, holding a glass of champagne. "Let's dance,"

Deafening music echoed around the island. And the thumping could be heard everywhere. Tons of young people undulated on the dance floor, hypnotized by the pulsing

last glance at the room where Carlos was before nodding

seductive dancing queen. She shimmied and stepped in time to the music. She wasn't the shy young woman anymore—she was a hottie on

beats and started to move her

millions of miles away. She was thinking about Carlos and

stopped dancing. She hugged Debbie and whispered to her, "I thought the same thing. I thought I was just paranoid, but it turned

back, Colleen was all smiles as she walked over to

dance floor, Debbie

'What did she mean?'

alone on the dance floor. When Colleen approached him, he remarked,

grabbed his hand and said, "Debbie and I had just started dancing

knew Colleen better than anyone else. On the outside,

eye on my boyfriend in case some teenage girl steals him away from me." Colleen meant Megan, but Curtis didn't realize that and kissed