Burning Passion: Love Never Die

They themselves positioned on either side of the door. Once Carlos and

Debbie had stepped inside their suite, Emmett closed the door and with a click, the self-locking door was closed.

“Thank you, manager. I think right now what Carlos needs is some privacy. Are the other rooms all set?” he asked one of the managers.

“Emmett, you’re being too polite. We’ll Leave you be. You know where to find me if I’m needed,” said the manager with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Emmett had already made arrangements to make sure that Carlos and

Debbie arrived at the hotel a few minutes before the others. Five minutes after Carlos had entered his room with Debbie, Emmett parked the car in the parking lot and then walked back to the hotel.

reached the hotel, they

neither Debbie nor the Emperor, he asked one of Carlos’ bodyguards where Debbie was. That was when he learnt that Debbie

call her. However, she didn’t answer his call. To put it more precisely, she

over it, he whispered to one of the bodyguards with

had told the bodyguards when to talk, and when to keep their

so he

thought, ‘

and strolled into his room humming a tune as he pulled his

the scene in the Presidential Suite was screeching hot. Its two occupants had

to her bra and

lay in bed, enjoying their reunion. When her phone rang, Carlos turned it off impatiently, without even checking who was

was too cold and lacked facilities. So she had never got the chance to have