Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Okay, got it.” Carlos disconnected the call and put his phone back in his pocket. He Looked at the group.

“You guys have fun.”

Then he strode towards the door in a hurry.

Everyone looked at one another in stunned disbelief.

Curtis stood up from the couch and said, “I’d better go along, keep him out of trouble.” He was afraid that Carlos might lose his head and hurt

Debbie. He knew Carlos quite well, and knew that when it came to

Debbie, he did lose his head quite often. Carlos was insanely jealous, and wouldn’t abide a man so much as casting a lustful glance in her direction. Having a pretty wife was both a blessing and a curse for him.

This was fun to Damon. He was a pleasure-seeker

of thing, and all he wanted to do was just go back home. But when he turned to Blair and saw her excited expression, he sighed

blood. In the end, all of them walked towards

after phoning the police with a tip-off, and they

would always have her back. But he broke

so much, and put on thick make-up. Every man’s

largest private booth, Debbie threw a bank card on the table and told the

“I thought you were just kidding,

percent sure,” Debbie nodded. She turned to the manager and said, “I just saw some guys with blond hair and light blue

he hurt her, she would leave him and play with other men. She kept her

recognized the card on the table-it

asked for, he had to provide it. Not only that, but that card provided a near-limitless Line of credit. She could rack up the biggest bill ever seen in that nightclub and she’d