Chapter 26 Brother


    When Gregory knew that Debbie had applied to the Economics and Management School, he felt


    thrilled. He couldn''t contain his excitement. The thought of going to the same school and being in the


    same ss with her again made his day.


    During their freshmen and sophomore years, they hadn''t been in the same ss. Luckily, the Gods


    heard and granted his plea; they became ssmates again.


    Suddenly, a memory shed into his mind. Despite being one of the terrible students, with terrible


    grades, Debbie remained excellent in his eyes. She may be a bad student, but for him, she was


    admirable in all other things. Thinking about this, he had always thought that she was too good for him,


    and he had never been confident enough to strike a conversation with her. He thought he was


    incapable andcking in many ways.


    Even then, the same thought lingered in his mind. With this, he decided to keep his admiration to


    himself until he became sessful enough to finally confess. These thoughts yed in his mind as he


    asionally nced at her sleeping face.


    Half an hourter, they arrived at East City Vi. The taxi was hailed by the guards at the entrance and


    Gregory didn''t know what to do. They didn''t let them through until they saw Debbie who was sleeping in


    the back seat.


    Frantic, he said, "Debbie, wake up. Which way should we go?" Reaching out to her, he tried to wake


    her up by shaking her shoulders. "Debbie?" he continued.


    Drunk, Debbie couldn''t utter a single word, nor hear anything he just said. After a long while, with not a


    single response from her, Gregory told the taxi driver to wait. Opening the door and pulling her out of


    the taxi, he carried her and walked towards the vi she lived in. His eyes continuously wandered, as


    he was in awe of what he was seeing.


    The night was gettingte and the sky became darker. The nightplemented the extravagance each


    vi gave off. It was perfectly clear what kind of people lived in the area, he thought, people who were


    far different from him.


    Knowing this, he lowered his head to look at Debbie. ''Many people worked so hard in their whole lives


    but couldn''t afford such vis. Yet, she lives here? Who exactly is she?" he wondered.


    Even then, she had been surrounded by rumors in school. However, he had never believed in any of


    them. Rumors such as Debbie was a mistress, that she was a lesbian, none of these he chose to


    believe. For him, they were nothing but nonsense. Clouded with these thoughts, he didn''t notice that


    they had already reached their destination.


    As they reached her vi''s porch, he tried to carry her near the door. Even before he could reach the


    doorbell, a limo came into a halt with shing signals.


    Immediately, a distinguished-looking man in a white shirt got out of the car from the back seat, casting


    him cold looks.


    ''Who is this arrogant man?'' he thought, furrowing his brows. ''Does he know Debbie? What is his


    rtionship with her?'' More questions popped into Gregory''s head.


    Without taking a second nce, the man continued to head towards the vi. Gregory examined him


    up and down, trying to figure out who he was. The man looked familiar, he thought, but his face didn''t


    ring a bell. His alluring posture gave him a feeling that he was someone he shouldn''t associate with.


    On the other hand, the man walked straight towards the vi. As he was about to get in, Gregory called


    out hastily, "Hello, mister." Puzzled, Carlos turned his head and looked into the young man''s eyes, not


    uttering a single word.


    "Good evening, mister. I know this might sound forwards, but what is your rtionship with Debbie?" he


    asked, gathering all his courage. Thinking that he could be her brother, he asked politely. Little did he


    know his real rtionship with Debbie.


    Carlos'' eyes widened when he heard her name. It was only until then did he notice that the girl


    wrapped in his arms was his wife, Debbie.


    Stunned from the stated she was in, "What happened to her?" he asked as he walked his way towards


    Gregory and Debbie. As Carlos moved towards them, immediately, Gregory felt the intimidating and


    arrogant aura pressing towards him. It was an aura that only older, mature men possessed. The way


    he walked looked even prominent for Gregory.


    ''He seems concerned for her, '' he thought. ''I must be right. He must be Debbie''s brother.'' Carlos


    reached out his hand to pull her towards him. Obediently, Gregory understood and handed her to him


    and said, "One of our ssmates threw a birthday part. She must''ve drunk more than she could


    handle." "Why drink more than you could handle?" Carlos said, pulling Debbie towards him. Now that


    the man was near, Gregory took a close look at him and knew that he was someone well-off.


    As he pulled her in, a strong stench filled his nose. Carlos winced in disgust from both Debbie''s smell


    and the sight of her wasted state.


    "Are you her ssmate?" he suddenly asked in a deep tone, furrowing his brows.


    Politely, Gregory nodded and answered with a smile, "Yes I am. I should''ve taken good care of her."


    After saying this, he looked around and noticed the night getting darker. "Well, brother, I should better


    take my leave. Have a good night then."


    ''Brother? Who is he referring to? Me?'' Carlos raised one of his brows. No longer bothering by what he


    meant, he returned a nod to the young man and carried Debbie towards the vi.


    As soon as he stepped inside, Debbie, who was in his arms, started to be restless. Her cheeks


    were crimson red, and the scent of alcohol dominated over her. At this sight, Carlos'' face ckened


    with anger. He despised her current state. He wanted to throw her to the sofa but considered carrying


    her upstairs instead. He went all out and carried her to her room.


    The hue of Debbie''s bedroom was sky blue. All her furniture was colored and tainted with sky blue. Her


    round bed, dressing table, closet, desk and even her bed sheet were in sky blue color. Most


    importantly, the room smelled like Debbie. Slowly, he ced her in her bed and intended to leave the


    drunk be.


    As he turned around, he felt a hand grasping on his. In her drunken state, she reached out to him and


    held his hand by her own will -- something she wouldn''t do when sober.


    "Water. I am thirsty," she murmured, wriggling her body in bed restlessly. "Give me some water…


    water…" she continued.


    Looking at her indifferently, he took back his hand from her grip and left the room. "Why did you drink if


    you knew you would end up like that?" he said, walking out of the room.


    When he came back, Debbie was already on the floor, curling on the carpet by the bed. In his eyes,


    she became more hideous.


    Gibbering, "Water... thirsty... water..." she repeated tirelessly. Turning and rolling around, he bet she


    would not even remember a single thing she was doing then. With brows knitted, he ced the ss of


    water on the nightstand and walked towards her. As he was about to pick her up and carry her into his


    arms, he thought, ''Just how much did she drink?''


    ''As a student, how could she get herself so drunk? I was right to decide to discipline her after all, '''' he


    added. Finally, he carried her into his arms.


    With her arms around his neck, she pressed her head against his chest, pushing her body nearer to


    his. Gradually, his breathing became ragged. He couldn''t understand why his heart was beating fast


    with their current state. Without minding too much, he put her back on the bed.


    With his body leaning towards her as he slowly let her go, her hands remained locked around his neck.


    Suddenly, she pulled him down on the bed.


    As much as he was surprised, his face remained firm and indifferent. Trying to suppress his fast-


    beating heart, he stared at the tipsy girl beside him, whose eyes were closed. Her long eyshes, rosy


    lips, crimson cheeks -- everything on her pretty face looked tempting for him.


    However, he knew his own limits. Out of the blue, Debbie struggled to sit up. That night, she was never


    a quiet girl and continued to do things that surprised him. As she tried to sit up, her bnce came off.


    Not only did she fail, but also dragged Carlos even closer -- close enough for her to feel his breath.


    Coincidentally, their lips touched.


    At that instant, the air became awkward. Suddenly, he could no longer smell the stench from her. The


    tempting scent emitted from her body slowly filled his nose. The light in his eyes dimmed and the scene


    where he had kissed her came flooding back in his head.


    Back then, he had hesitated to sleep with her because they had no rtionship. Now that she was his


    wife, it was only natural for them to spend the night together. With this thought, he lowered his head


    and pressed his lips on hers. The courage he had tried so hard to stop himself from doing such a thing


    was no longer there. He could only think of how tempting the girl beside him was; he couldn''t control


    his desire for her.


    As she wriggled and moaned from his every touch, it made him more aroused. He got more and more


    excited, but then she suddenly stopped and became quiet. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes to look


    into hers, and to his disappointment, she was already fast asleep.


    Frustrated, he let out a deep sigh. He was still feeling hot and his face was burning up. ''How could she


    just fall asleep in that state?'' he thought. After a while, his face turned livid. ''This bloody woman must


    have done it purposely, '' he continued.


    Time passed, and it was Saturday the next day. Morning came, and luckily, there was no school.


    Knowing this, Debbie didn''t leave her bed until noon and waited for the rm to set off. As the rm


    rang, she slowly woke up and turned it off. Feeling lightheaded, she rubbed her throbbing temples.


    Suddenly, her phone rang. She fumbled in her bag to look for it and finally found her phone after a


    while. "Hello?" she answered. Without looking at the caller ID, she continued, "Hello? Who''s this


    please?"


    It was Jared. "Tomboy, were you still asleep? It''s 12 o''clock already," he said.


    Since Debbie was never in a good mood the moment she woke up, he started to wonder if he should


    hang up.


    "12 o''clock? Oh, it''s still so early," she replied. "Then, I should go back to sleep." Even then, she wasn''t


    sober yet. Her voice sounded coarse.


    Jared felt speechless at her words. "Tomboy, it''s noon, okay?" he reminded her.


    ''Noon?'' She looked outside. The sun was shining high in the sky. ''Fine. But, what does it have to do


    with me?'' she thought.


    The beaming light from the sun blinded her eyes. Suddenly, memories ofst night hit her. Recalling


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    how drunk she had beenst night, she wondered how she had managed toe home safe and


    sound. "How did I get homest night?" she asked over the phone. The diverse possibilities of the


    answer to that question almost woke her up from her dizziness. She looked around swiftly to make sure


    she was in her own room. When she got a positive answer from the familiar furnishings, she could only


    let out a sigh of relief.


    "Gregory sent you home. Don''t you remember?" Jared replied. "I remember him saying that he ran into


    your brother and handed you over to him," he continued. "Tomboy, since when do you have a brother?


    Howe I didn''t know that?" Jared asked in an intrigued tone.


    ''Brother? What brother?'' she thought. ''I, myself, don''t even know that I have one, '' she continued, lost


    in the words she had just heard. Suddenly, a wild guess popped into her mind. ''Wait. Could it be


    Carlos?'' Her mind started ying pictures of what could''ve happened. ''Could it really be him? Did


    Gregory meet him?'' she continued frantically.


    Thinking of the huge possibility, Debbie sat up on the bed. ''Did Carlos know that I was drunk? Did that


    scumbag take advantage of me?''


    In an instant, she lifted the covers and looked at herself. "Oh, thank God!" she eximed when she


    found that she was still wearing yesterday''s clothes. Things from the night before were only a blur in


    her head.


    "Tomboy?" Jared asked. "Yoohoo! Debbie? Why aren''t you talking? Are you there?" Worried, he looked


    over the phone and saw that the call was still connected. ''Howe she is not answering? Could it be


    that she fell asleep again?'' Jared continued to wonder, not knowing the facts fromst night.