Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Of course I don’t like them. I love you,” he assured her.

Debbie smiled.

“I’m relieved. I’m worried that someday when I tell them that I’m your wife, one of them will retort, ‘I’m Carlos’ woman. The whole world knows.” That would be embarrassing.” She giggled thinking about the scene.

“That won’t happen. I’ll take care of the matter with Olga.”

“Okay,” she replied. It bugged her that other women had greedy eyes on her husband. But if Carlos said that he would take care of it, he would. Debbie trusted him.

“Deb, do whatever you want. You’re my woman. No one is allowed to bully you. I’m your rock. Even if you tore down the entire city, I would clean up the mess for you. But you can’t chicken out, ever.”

Curtis had told him what had happened at the party. Unwilling to let the situation get worse, Debbie had intended to apologize to everyone in the end.

wasn’t the Debbie that Carlos knew. She used to have a devil-may-care attitude and never held back. For example, she had challenged him repeatedly despite knowing that there would

cave in just

in her attitude

asked Debbie, burying her

job winning the fight! Keep it up. Remember, even if you blew

couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous words.

All you need

Carlos said firmly.

words, she felt warmth

“Call me what?” That was not the form of address Carlos desired. On this serene night, his magnetic voice sounded like a beautiful piece of music that soothed her nerves and took her into a

“Honey…” she called.

“Sweetie.”