“Yes, Carlos.” On the spot, Zelda called the driver.


    After Megan had left the office, Debbie turned around and was ready to leave too, when Carlos


    grabbed her hand.


    “Come in,” he said.


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    “No. I’m not staying,” she replied stubbornly, which came as a shock to the secretaries who had been


    observing what was going on in the


    CEO’s office. ‘Lord, did she just say no to Carlos?’ Anticipating their boss would explode with rage,


    they all pretended to bury their heads in work.


    Everyone was afraid that they would be the victim of their boss’ impending fury.


    “I said,e in,” Carlos continued in a colder tone, still holding


    Debbie’s hand. The expression on his face indicated that his demand was non-negotiable.


    However, Debbie shook his hand off and shouted, “I already said, no!”


    She cast the man a re and turned around. But the next thing she knew, her feet were off the floor,


    Carlos holding her by the waist and carrying her into his office.


    “Carlos, put me down! You sleazebag! I’LL kill you! I’tl…” The woman’s voice trailed off when the door


    was shut.


    The secretaries exchanged terrified and confused looks and lowered their heads again.


    In his office, Carlos put Debbie down on the sofa.


    She tried to get up, but was stopped every time by Carlos. After some exchanges of moves between


    martial arts masters, she was overwhelmed and confined to the sofa, Carlos’ body closely against hers.


    Humiliated and angry, she wanted to curse, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a pair of wet lips


    pressed down.


    The man was fierce. Yet the scent on his body was so enchanting for a moment, Debbie almost forgot


    to fight.


    For a while, Carlos kept on holding her.


    “Debbie, you have been unreasonable. Don’t push my buttons!” he said, breathing heavily.


    When he finally rxed, Debbie took a deep breath, looked him in the eye and asked sarcastically,


    “Your buttons? Do you mean Megan?”


    The gloom on Carlos’ face deepened. His hands gripping her wrists tightened.


    “I don’t Like repeating my words. For the Last time, Megan is a girl Wesley and I are fostering together.


    Don’t pick on her,” he snarled.


    “Pick on her?’ Debbie hit the ceiling. She tried to kick the man off her, but after some wriggling, she was


    forced to give up.


    “You asshole! I never—”


    The rest of her words caught in her throat when the fierce lips came again.


    Several minutester, Debbie gasped greedily for air, feeling as if her Lungs had been sucked empty. A


    moment more and she might suffocate from the kiss.