Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Frankie wanted to remind him, “She cheated on you.”

But he knew he would be screwed if he told his boss that, so he remained silent. He just hoped that fact wouldn’t come back to bite them both.

Yates heard their conversation. He said to Carlos, “Put your work up for now. Enjoy the show. That’s why I asked you along.” Yates had a loud and husky voice. Carlos heard him clearly.

“You know better than anyone else why I’m here.” Carlos kept his head lowered. He signed his name at the bottom of a file and moved on to the next one.

Yates sneered. He knew Carlos thought he was bullied into coming here.

“You used to be made of sterner stuff,” Yates said.

silent as

concert was over at 10:30 p.m. Carlos had ducked out, using the VIP passage during intermission. He was still ambushed by a hundred reporters. They spotted him as soon as he left, and

was Lit up by dozens of

of the reporters had run stories on Carlos and Debbie three years ago and grown

Debbie were

concert was enough to keep

usual, the papers carried more fiction than fact,

still loved each other, Debbie

again, and they were

online. None of them were bold enough to actually interview Carlos. They were Like jackals,

were not afraid

ended, they besieged her. She was the

was too menacing, Wesley was unapproachable, Yates was too cruel, Curtis had