Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Yes, you did. But why do I have to follow your orders? Who do you think you are? You also want me to quit learning martial arts and take

Yoga and dancing Lessons. But why do I have to listen to you?” she yelled.

“Because you are Mrs. Hilton,” he said calmly.

“Mrs. Hilton? Haha! Women are lining up to be the next Mrs. Hilton. How about we get a divorce and I give someone else the privilege?” Debbie taunted.

The car screeched to a halt with a piercing sound, which startled the girl in the backseat.

She swallowed and stroked her chest to calm herself down. ‘I’m such a fool! Why did I have to piss off the guy behind the wheel? “Car crash victim” isn’t a good look for you, Debbie, * she told herself.

Carlos parked the car along the roadside. A few seconds later, he unfastened his seat belt, grabbed several bags in the passenger seat and left the car.

the back door

over to the next seat

was frightened. What was he

her Lap. She Looked down and saw the shades of lipstick he had bought for

he buy me a new set? Or did he take the old set back

I said?’ she mused.

Carlos could read her mind, he explained, “I got those Lipsticks back from Megan except the carton she already

myriad of thoughts

as she stared at

ignoring his gestures. After all, she was still mad at him because

could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Looking her in the eye, he said sincerely, “I’m really sorry. I had no call to say that.” What he said was disrespectful. No wonder she was

him. Julie told him Debbie moved into her dorm. Somehow, he was suddenly struck with a deep sense of