Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos was hurt. 'I never said I didn't like it.' Debbie's career was booming. Sometimes, she was even busier than Carlos. He barely saw her at all. And it had been too long since she last cooked for him. Knowing that she was coming to see him, and bringing lunch, he dropped everything, putting off meetings and appointments, and was waiting for her in his office.

He heard noises outside, so he rushed to the door to whip it open. She was hugging someone else. His heart sank.

Although Debbie had said she was going to take the food to Dixon, she was sitting down. Carlos got up from his chair and sat beside her. Stroking her hair, he said, "Be a good girl. Don't get too close to that guy, or I'm moving him out of the city."

Debbie sensed his jealousy. "Hey, old man. Dixon and I are just buddies. You're the one I love. What are you jealous of?"

'The one she loves.' Carlos was touched by those words. He felt that this was a chance to convince Debbie to marry him. "So when are you going to marry the man you love?" Carlos couldn't wait anymore. If she turned him down again, he would do it his own way. One way or another, he'd get her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to sign that license.

Again, she said softly, "I need more time."

Carlos dropped it and continued to eat.

Debbie smiled and opened the latest issue of her favorite magazine. She flipped through it, looking for the comics liberally sprinkled throughout its pages.

Carlos devoured his lunch and brushed his teeth in the lounge.

When he sat down on the couch again, he dragged Debbie over and sat her on his lap. "Don't I get a reward?" he asked.

"What for?"

"I ate everything in the lunchbox. I think I deserve a reward. Even kids get a little sticker or something." He lowered his head on her belly to smell her scent.

She wore a casual coat, a white cashmere shirt, and jeans. In that outfit, she looked like a college student.

the lights were out. But if he wanted a reward... She pecked him

looked at her. Her rosy lips in lipstick were so tempting he leaned in

She gasped, gulping down deep lungfuls of oxygen. But the next thing she knew, he pressed her against the couch and complained,

asked with a smile, grabbing his wandering

definitely annoyed. "So when are you going to

it seriously. "I can pencil you in next Thursday..." Then she came

her neck. To punish her a little, he bit her there, under

asshole." Her hand flew to her neck. She checked her fingers, there was no blood, but it still stung. Then slowly, the pain was replaced by the touch of his lips, the feel of afternoon stubble nuzzling her neck lightly, gentle kisses.

out of the CEO's office, there were a few hickeys on her neck, but she knew nothing about

standing at the door

bet bringing Mr. Huo lunch was only an excuse. Debbie must have been here

going on between her and Mr. Huo? They're not married yet, right? Then why does

was mean to Debbie when he had amnesia. My guess is he's trying

"Ooh, interesting."

around Decker. That

an alley. If her driver hadn't been as skilled as

Eckerd's sister. She's a kick-ass fighter, so I've brought in

There were about thirty of

there was only one gang, or so it seemed. And she was their rival, with

was going to ask who Eckerd was. Then she remembered. 'Carlos said he wasn't who I thought he was. That among others, he

must

I'm going to get the crap beaten out of me in some godforsaken alley because of