Classic Novel
Chapter 211
Carlos really didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Actually, good buddy, the simplest yet most effective solution is to do it, until she learns to forgive you.” Damon was in fact speaking for himself. That was exactly what he had used on the woman he loved. And it had worked.
“She is still a girl,” Carlos replied.
It took Damon a long while to realize what he meant by that. And when he did, he jumped up from the bed and asked in disbelief, “C’mon,
Carlos. You want to tell me you and Debbie have never slept together?”
Carlos suddenly felt embarrassed.
“Carlos, man, what’s the problem? Are you impotent? Between you and
Debbie, could there be a medical problem? Or are you gay?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Carlos cursed.
“I never force any woman. I want her to want to have sex with me.”
“Fine! Keep your cool then. Why are you freaking calling me in the middle of the night? Two hot chicks are waiting for me in bed!” Damon snarled.
“Two women? Does Adriana Morris know about this?”
The other end of the phone went silent, as if all of a sudden Damon’s mind went blank.
“Get out! Both of you!” Carlos heard him shouting, apparently at a distance from the phone after a moment.
Intrigued by what Damon was up to, Carlos looked out the window calmly, a cigarette in hand.
He could hear the sound of door closing over the phone.
“Where is she?” asked Damon. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Adriana showed up at the party, but when she saw you go into a hotel with another woman, she went back to New Zealand,” Carlos answered.
Hearing this, Damon stood up from the sofa in a fluster, grabbed his red suit jacket, and said, “Bro, either you spoil your woman without a
Limit or you subjugate her in bed. Gotta go.”
With that, he hung up the phone.
The next day, Debbie slept in. When she got up, it was already noon.
Sitting in bed, she looked around her room, her head swimming. It took her a moment to remember that she had come home in the middle of the night.
Memories of Carlos and Megan came flooding back.
After freshening up, she came downstairs to have lunch. When the doorbell rang, it was Julie who answered. Tristan walked in with a couple of shopping bags.