Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 112

“He kissed me. Can you believe it? Is he not a teacher? How could he kiss a student in his office? Do you agree that he’s a beast in sheep’s clothing?”

A loud scream came from the other end of the line, and Debbie had to move her phone away from her ear. She cast a scornful glance at her phone as if she were looking at Kasie in person.

“Debbie, Carlos must have a thing for you. What are you waiting for? Go to him and make him your man!” Kasie yelled.

‘What the fuck?! Are you kidding me?’ Debbie was shocked by her friend’s suggestion. She snapped back, “Kasie, are you my friend or not? Since when did you become my pimp? How dare you ask me to… to go to him and…” Debbie was too shy to utter the words, “make him my man”.

Why did Kasie give in to Carlos’ handsome face so easily? Debbie couldn’t believe what her friend had just told her.

“Come on! If I weren’t your friend, I would have gone to him myself. He is Carlos! Do you know what that means? If you become his woman, do you know how many women will be jealous of you? Tomboy, you’ll be a real-life winner!”

Debbie was rendered speechless.

efficient and reliable. The next morning, the dance teacher

was still sound asleep when the teacher arrived. Julie came to Debbie’s bedroom and gently woke her up. When Debbie squinted her sleepy eyes at her, Julie told her that the dance teacher was waiting for her

herself, Debbie entered the dance room. The moment she saw the dance teacher, her eyes

about Debbie’s age. She had a pretty face, and most importantly, a perfect figure. Debbie could tell from the way she dressed that she was a soft and gentle girl. Debbie was almost drooling over her, firmly under the impression

elegantly with a friendly smile on her face and said, “Good morning. You

back and

“Good morning.”

Teresa Leach, and you may just call me Teresa. Although I have just graduated from university, I’ve been Learning how to dance for almost twenty years and teaching others for almost four years

good at naming, they must be well-educated,

appeared on Teresa’s lips and she answered, “Yes, you’re

a professor of literature.”

class. Teresa was indeed a soft girl, and even Debbie, who had always been a tomboy, became