Web Fic
Chapter 157
Chapter: 158
“You crazy bastard!” one of them even said.
“So, man, have you imagined Carlos dominating you on bed?” Kasie teased.
“Like, you jack off as you imagine him blowing you off?”
Jared’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Annoyed, he shouted, “Stop it! I’m straight as hell! I’m not gay!”
The elevator finally came to a halt when it reached the fifth floor of the Alioth Building and Tristan greeted them. Upon seeing Debbie, he walked up to her along with the manager.
“Good day, Mrs. Hilton, welcome.”
Debbie’s eyes widened as she saw Tristan. She felt a bit shy when he addressed her as “Mrs. Hilton”. Then she turned to her friends and gestured towards him.
“Guys, this is Tristan, Carlos’ secretary.”
“Good day,” her friends greeted him and felt shy as he gave them a polite bow.
“Good day to you as well,” Tristan smiled.
“Follow us and we shall lead you to the best private booth in this building.”
Debbie and her friends felt uneasy as they sat down. Tristan and some waitresses served the dishes. And obviously, it was something Carlos‘ secretary shouldn’t do. She took the seafood platter from him and offered, “Tristan, there’s no need to do this. Just sit down and have a meal with us.”
Tristan shook his head, smiling as he bowed.
“Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Hilton, but I am afraid that I’1l have to turn down your invitation. I have to go back to the office later.”
Debbie didn’t protest and gave him a smile.
“Is that so? Since you still have work to finish, it’s best to take your leave now. Don’t worry, I can take care of my guests.”
“That’s right,” Kristina nodded.
“You are being too kind to us. Don’t mind us. We’re old enough to take care of ourselves.” She felt like she was in seventh heaven as it was the first time she had entered such a fancy restaurant. She felt a bit shy with the hospitality shown by
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As for Jared, he felt at home. After all he came from a wealthy family and was used to these kinds of places. He gave a smirk to Debbie.
“Hey,
Tomboy. Since I got your husband some underpants, can you ask him to give me a VIP card of this restaurant?”
Debbie rolled her eyes and replied sarcastically, “Oh sure, I will.”
“Really?” Jared Laughed.
“No. I don’t have the VIP card myself either,” Debbie retorted, her face deadpan.