“I’m so screwed! ‘
She released Hayden’s neck and jumped out of his arms. She was so anxious that she staggered when she landed on the floor. Luckily,
Hayden steadied her and kept her from a nasty fall.
“Dammit! I promised Carlos that I wouldn’t hang around with Hayden.”
Carlos stood where he was, wordless. His eyes fixed upon her, as cold as ice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDebbie opened her mouth to explain, but nothing cout, and she shut it again. After recalling what he had done for Megan, she decided otherwise.
She turned and walked into the kitchen, without saying a word.
Now, Hayden was sure that there must be something wrong between Debbie and Carlos.
He gave Carlos a smile and sat on the couch naturally, almost as if he were not a guest.
“It’s not what it looks like, Carlos. I’m here for egg tarts. I helped Deb on the plane earlier, and she wanted to make egg tarts forin return. Nothing happened. You seem like a reasonable man…”
Resting his hands in his pockets, Carlos cast a cold glance at Hayden and said indifferently, “You seem to have a lot of free time, Hayden.
Do you want a Lot more?
As a clever man, Hayden instantly heard the warning in Carlos’ words.
“Thank you, Carlos, but I’m good. We’re really busy these days. After all, we’d been preparing bids on a specific contract for a while, but
Hilton Group suddenly stepped in and outbid us. We have to stay alert, right?” Hayden said.
Carlos turned to look at Debbie, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen.
“You like egg tarts, Hayden?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHayden didn’t know why Carlos asked, so he simply answered, “Deb’s making them.”
“Then just sit here and wait. Remember, don’t take off
After saying that, Carlos walked past the couch, and into the kitchen.
He turned off the tap and pulled Debbie, who was washing a rag, into his arms. His moves were quick and smooth.
Debbie was startled.
“What are you- Mmm…” Carlos kissed her rudely on the lips. His kiss was fierce and deliberate, showing disdain for his guest, and showing this rival for his true love’s affections exactly who was in charge. By telling him to stay put, he was subjecting him to more torture, as the love of his life was in the arms of another man.
The sliding door to the kitchen was wide open; Hayden, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, could clearly see what was going on in the kitchen.
The heating system in the villa was working. Debbie had taken off her down jacket when she got home. She was now wearing a knit shirt, under which Carlos’ hand was caressing her breasts. It was obvious what he was doing, and Hayden was a captive audience.