Burning Passion: Love Never Die

However, before he could get there, a person sprung up from behind the dressing table and did the same thing as the others. Carlos tried not to be too violent. He was afraid he would hurt the real Debbie. Now once again, he had to be hugged by another man and hear him say, “Happy wedding to you, honey!”

Carlos shut his eyes in anger. Without opening them, he grabbed hold of the man’s arm and was about to throw him outside. It was Xavier. He knew what was going on, Listening behind the dressing table. When

Carlos grabbed for his arm, he quickly sidestepped the angry man’s attack.

Just in a few minutes’ time, Carlos had been called “honey” by three men. He looked Like a volcano on the verge of erupting. If he could, he would throw these three men into sea right now.

Niles was dressed in a nightgown. He tore the wig from his head and threw it on the floor. Then, he climbed onto the bed again and lay in the middle. Xavier Lay next to him, while Kinsley sat on the edge of the bed, fumbling in his pocket for a cigarette.

Three men were on his bed. Carlos, the germophobe, could no longer hold back his anger. When he was about to blow his top, Niles tried to mollify him.

“Calm down. This is a traditional wedding custom. Boys on the bed, for good luck,” he teased.

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the groom

coldly and said, “Come on. You’re supposed

ice-cold eyes to the other two, and continued between gritted teeth, “And it’s supposed to be done the

on the bed and

on where

the wedding, and in others, the boys sleep with the groom for five or

“So we did

recite

him know the two of us are

moolah,” he yelled

out of

teenage boys?”