Chapter 308

The cream for men was as expensive as a few sets of skin care products for women. Debbie removed

the lid and wondered whether it was gold inside the jar. Wow, it smelled so good. The faint fragrance

was simply ethereal.

She smeared some cream with her finger and dabbed it on the back of her hand.

Later, she found out that it was very effective in hydrating. It left her hand unbelievably smooth. It

seemed their pricing was justified, after all.

Then she noticed the cologne she had bought for Carlos. To find the perfect scent for him, Debbie had

smelled all the cologne samples, but none of them was close to the perfume he usually wore.

At last, she had to go with a soft Calabrian bergamot scent, just perfect for her man.

When everything was tidied up, it was ten o’clock already. After a bath, Debbie opened several bottles

and smeared her body all over. Then she slipped under the covers.

Before having a beauty sleep, she intended to play a little bit of

Candy Crush Saga on the phone for a while. But seeing the time on the screen, she wondered, ‘It’s

pretty late already. Why is Carlos not home yet?”

Immediately, she called him.

“Hi.” The phone was answered quickly.

“Do you… I’m wondering when you are coming back. It’s already 10 p.m.”

“Does she miss me?’ Carlos wondered. A smile crept over his face when he sat in the back seat.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be home in five minutes.”

“Oh, okay then. See you later.”

“Bye.”

After hanging up the phone, Debbie got out of bed quickly, the phone still in her hand. She trotted down

the stairs into the kitchen and started to heat up a bottle of milk.

Within five minutes, the doorbell rang and Carlos was home, true to his word. How she wished he’d be

like this forever.

Entering the villa, Carlos noticed that the light in the kitchen was still on. He didn’t pay much attention

to it and, loosening his tie, walked towards the stairs.

“Old man!” A girl’s voice rang out, coming from within the kitchen. So he changed his plans, and made

for the kitchen.

Debbie came out before he could enter, a glass of warm milk in hand.

She offered it, and he took it from her.

“Drink it,” she said.

As Carlos accepted the glass, Debbie smelt something on him. Was that…alcohol?

Instead of drinking the milk, he pulled her into his arms with his free hand and gave her a passionate

kiss.

“Why aren’t you in bed? Naughty girl!” he blamed, half-jokingly