Taming My Special Forces Husband

8 It’s You!

Carlos was very irritable right now. In the last few days, he had barely slept because the woman he met at the airport kept entering his mind in different ways, making him unable to calm down.

Every time Carlos closed his eyes, that woman's snow-white neck and faint body scent would appear in his mind. What would have happened if he hadn't let her get away? Carlos imagined that he would have pinned her down and ripped her clothes off one by one, and then he would have caressed her naked body and made her scream his name in shame while the whole body was trembling.

D.amn! Carlos felt some part of his body harden again.

Who the h.ell was that woman? Carlos was so distracted that he grabbed a glass off the table and threw it at the wall.

The sound of the cup shattering alerted the servant.

"Mr. Carlos, if you need, why don't you call a woman to help you release your desire?"

Carlos thought for a moment but shook his head. His mind was now full of the woman he met at the airport, and no other woman could arouse his interest at all.

"Get out!" Carlos shouted angrily.

The servant hurriedly left the room.

Carlos got up, went to the bathroom, took a cold shower, and finally suppressed his s****l desire. When he came out of the bathroom, his cell phone rang.

"My dear sister. What can I do for you?"

"You bad boy, have you forgotten what day it is tomorrow?"

"I haven't forgotten, tomorrow is Christmas."

"Then why don't you hurry home. Mom and I are waiting for you."

"Okay, okay, got it. It's another boring Christmas."

Leyla's laugh came over the phone, "Christmas is different this year. There's a surprise waiting for you."

"What surprise? Nothing else will make me happy except for letting me join the Special Forces."

"Are you sure? Well, come back soon, and remember to wear a handsome suits."

"Come on, I look good in anything, okay?"

Leyla rolled her eyes on the other side of the phone and hung up.

Wilson's Home

Neveah said, "Rena will be here soon. You met her this morning, what do you think of her?"

Leyla thought for a moment and said, "I think she's a very nice girl. Although she seems meek, she has her own thinking. I'm worried--"

"You're worried that she won't marry Carlos, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mom. However, I have to admit that Rena is a very desirable wife, and I think she could change Carlos."

Neveah laughed. "Fate is an amazing thing. Contract marriage is also considered one kind of destinies. They are destined to meet, and it's up to God to decide if they can love each other."

"Okay, Mom."

Thirty minutes later, Rena arrived at Wilson's house. The servant led her into a parlor. It was a luxurious villa decorated with massive crystal chandeliers that shadowed the light to make you feel like you were in a fairytale world. The famous paintings on the wall and the porcelain in the corner showed the wealth and taste of the house owner.

Rena couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Please wait for a moment." The servant served Rena coffee and left, leaving Rena alone in the hall.

What does this mean? Rena felt puzzled.

Not long after, Neveah and Leyla came downstairs.

Leyla smiled. "Look, mom, this is Miss Rena. Isn't she as beautiful as I said she was?"

"Very pretty indeed. I think she's even prettier than you."

"Mom, I'm sad if you keep saying that."

Neveah and Leyla laughed, and the atmosphere became less awkward.

Neveah took Rena's hand. "From the first day you came to New York, I should have picked you up and brought you to my house. I was abroad at the time and didn't take care of you in time. Good girl, you can make this your home from now on. If you have any difficulties, just tell me. I'm really happy that you came to spend Christmas with me. Come, look at the room I prepared for you."

Rena followed Neveah upstairs to a bedroom. This bedroom was large, with separate vanity. The room was furnished with a set of pure white French rococo furniture, flowers in a swan-neck vase on the dressing table, and the bed and curtains, all in delicate and beautiful lace, were full of dreamy Western princess style.

Rena felt flattered and thanked Neveah. At the same time, Rena also developed some uneasiness.

From the first moment of meeting, Rena felt Neveah's fondness for her. In her original vision, Rena had thought that she could break the engagement through this meeting. She was not expecting such a scenario.

Leyla said, "It's Christmas Eve and we're having a small family party, and I've got costumes. This is for you. It's a cute little deer costume. There is still some time before the party, so you can take a break and then we will meet at six."

Rena took the costume. "Okay."

"See you later." Neveah and Leyla left Rena's room.

Rena took a deep breath and lay down on the bed. From the looks of things, the dissolution of the marriage was unlikely. The behavior of both Neveah and Leyla showed that they liked the idea of Rena and Carlos getting married. The next task for Rena, then, is how to deal with Carlos.

Thinking about it, Rena felt a headache. Since she can't break the engagement, the only way is to get married? She still remembered the cold temperature of Carlos's hand.

Rena remembered what a married female friend had told her earlier. "Rena, remember, if you want to judge whether a man can be a husband or not, here's a guideline. You fantasize about the image of you and him kissing and having s.ex, and if you don't resist the image very much or even look forward to it, then congratulations, you've found the Mr. Right."

Does this guideline work? Is the body the most honest answer to this question?

Rena closes her eyes and thinks of Carlos' face. Well, it was cold, but it was also handsome. He was tall, with a muscular body like the models you see online. Rena wondered what it would feel like to touch it. Oh God, what am I thinking? Rena shook her head as she felt her face burn.

However, Carlos hates his fiancee, right? In addition, he seems to have a lot of mistresses. It would be a dangerous thing to marry a man like that.

Rena fell asleep while thinking about this. When she woke up again, it was already dusk outside.

"Oh my God, I'm going to be late."

Rena hurriedly grabbed the clothes Leyla had prepared for her.

"This dress is so special." Rena couldn't help but exclaim. It combines elegance and sexiness perfectly, with a divine V neckline revealing cleavage and a long yarn cluster, making Rena's beautiful legs even more attractive. Together with the exquisite deer ornaments, Rena, at this time, is a s.exy and spiritual little moose.

"Do I really have to walk out of the room in this dress?" Rena was getting worried. Just then, however, a man's voice came from the hallway. "Mom! Sis! I'm back, where are you?"

It was Carlos! The voice was so unique that Rena would never forget it.

"Please God, don't let Carlos find me." Rena prayed as she tried to undress. Her instincts told her that she couldn't appear in front of Carlos like this.

D.amn it! The zipper is stuck, and Rena couldn't take this dress off at all!

"Please, please, let Carlos leave quickly." Rena put her hands to her chest in prayer and held her breath.

"Where are you?" Carlos' voice and footsteps came closer, and when Carlos stopped at the door of Rena's room, he was puzzled. "Isn't this room be locked all the time? Why is there a key up there?"

Oops, Rena had just gone to bed and forgot the key.

"Never mind. I'll go look for my mom and sis first."

Luckily, Carlos had no intention of continuing to dwell on the matter. His footsteps were getting further and further.

Rena finally breathed a sigh of relief; her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She hurriedly straightened her clothes and quietly walked to the door, intending to open it and take the key on it.

Rena opened the door. Suddenly, Rena held her breath in surprise as a man's shoes appeared in front of her. Carlos stood right in front of her, staring at her with the same surprised eyes!

"It's you!" Carlos shouted.