"Yes. I had a good time," Debbie answered with a smile. But in her mind, she cursed, 'Not at all! I had to avoid Carlos' men all the time. And since I have fans all over the world, I had to hide myself in isolated areas of Tibet!'
Carlos' smile broadened as he stroked her hair. "That's good to hear."
As his hand slid from her head to her waist, his face darkened—she was wearing a backless evening dress. He pulled her closer to his body and whispered in her ear, "Honey, you are being very naughty."
Debbie winked at him with a grin and changed the subject. "Let's go find Decker." She tried to break away from his embrace.
But Carlos held her closer. Ignoring the watchful eyes around them, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Then, he held her hand and said, "Let's go."
Debbie rolled her eyes secretly.
When they found Decker, Carlos spoke even before Debbie could say something. "We have some urgent business to attend to. We're leaving now."
"Wait! I don't—" Debbie protested. Carlos cast a warning glance at her, which made her swallow the remainder of her words.
Seeing the suit jacket on Debbie's shoulders, Decker smirked mischievously and whispered in her ear, "You'd been gone for several months, and you have finally returned, dressed like that. My dear sister, you're so dead."
"Aren't you going to help me out? What kind of brother are you?"
Decker stepped back to keep her at arm's length. "Do I look like someone who can fight off your hungry husband?" he asked with an evil grin.
Debbie didn't even know how to respond to that remark.
Her appearance at the party shattered the rumor that she and Carlos had already gotten divorced. They were very much together. Carlos was so possessive of his wife that he couldn't let anyone see her naked back.
Even after the couple had left the party, the guests were still discussing them.
Inside the black Emperor car, Carlos pounced on Debbie and tore apart the evening dress in mere seconds.
He stared at the woman beneath him, his eyes dark. "Three months... Honey, how could you be so cruel?"
Debbie's face was red as an apple. "Old man, you better restrain yourself."
Carlos sneered, "Restrain myself? In your dreams!" He smashed his lips onto hers and relished the taste. Without breaking the kiss, he took off his shirt and pants and threw them alongside her torn dress.
Carlos banged her again and again so hard that she had to beg for the tyrant's mercy. But he was insatiable.
Debbie knew that he would be. She had come back to satisfy his carnal needs. He was a man of very strong sexual drive, after all. It would do neither of them any good to keep him starved for a long time.
But it turned out that she had underestimated his desire for her.
Debbie had no idea when they returned to the manor. She was so tired that she fell asleep after their wild sex. The next morning, her kids were playing in her bedroom, but she was sound asleep.
When she finally opened her eyes, she saw her two daughters on her bed. The younger one was lying next to her, waving her arms and inarticulately babbling.
The other one was dressed neatly and sat in the corner, keeping an eye on her sister for fear that she might roll off the bed.
When Terilynn saw that Debbie was awake, she turned around and climbed over to her. "Mommy..."
Evelyn pulled her sister closer to her and reprimanded, "Terilynn, Mommy is sleeping. You— Mommy!"
Debbie pulled the two girls into her arms. "My sweet babies! Mommy missed you so much."
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