The next morning, Carlos and Debbie were going to make the trip to New


    York. Before leaving for the airport, Carlos went to his office to delegate his duties. Other people


    needed to pick up the ck. He wasn’t going to have hispany fall apart simply because he wasn’t


    there. Debbie slept in. She didn’t start packing until she finished herte breakfast.


    Still, when she was done packing, Carlos hadn’t made it home. She waited. And then she even took a


    nap. It was not until nearly noon that she heard the sounds of a car pulling up. Debbie got out of bed


    swiftly and dashed onto the balcony. Carlos was back! She waved at the car happily. Emmett got out


    and opened the back door. Carlos looked at her as he stepped out of the car.


    “Mr. Handsome!” Debbie shouted to him.


    Carlos stretched out his arms. Debbie dashed through their bedroom and across the hallway. From


    there she raced down the stairs into the living room, threw open the main doors to the vi, and ran into


    the arms of the man who strode towards her.


    “Wow, you’re sure in a good mood. Is it because we’re going to New


    York?” asked Carlos.


    Debbie shook her head.


    “Nope.”


    She had time off sses the past couple days, and it was getting boring. She had nothing to do. But


    now that she saw Carlos, she wished she were a cuff Link, going with him everywhere.


    Debbie opened her mouth, trying to say something else when a joyful voice came from behind them,


    “Aunt Debbie, are you done packing?’


    Debbie craned her neck to see around Carlos. When she looked at the car, she saw a girl sitting in the


    back seat—-Megan.


    ‘Oh, right. She’s going with us to New York, ‘ Debbie remembered.


    She nodded to the girl. Just then, a servant carried Debbie’s luggage out of the house.


    Debbie thought it bad form to whisper in front of someone, but there was something she just had to say


    to Carlos. She needed to get this off her chest, and she didn’t care about what kind of strange looks


    she got from others. This was extremely necessary. She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I


    want to sit in another car with you, just the two of us. Want to?”


    Carlos knew exactly what she was up to, but he Loved how flirty she was being right now. He started to


    get horny.


    He beckoned Emmett toe closer and said to him, “You and Megan go ahead.”


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    Emmett was confused, but he was too afraid to ask. He remembered how vengeful Carlos could be, so


    he didn’t question his orders.


    “Yes,


    Carlos,” he nodded.


    When the car was started, Megan stuck her head out the window and asked, “Uncle Carlos, aren’t you


    getting in the car?”


    “Go on. Your aunt Debbie and I will be along soon.”


    The Emperor left. Carlos called his driver, Matan, and soon another posh car was driven out of the


    garage and stopped in front of them.


    This one had some serious dramatic ir, the Maserati Quattroporte.


    She climbed into the sumptuous, leather-Lined cabin. The seats were exquisitely padded, covered in


    brown leather, along with a grey subcushion of memory foam for optimalfort.