Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Portia’s face paled. She covered her head and hid behind Lewis.

“Lewis, help me please.”

Lewis himself was no match for Debbie. But he was a man, and he couldn’t afford to see a woman being bullied in front of him. He tried to coax Debbie, “Beautiful girl, please. Let her go for my sake. Let’s put this matter to rest now, okay? It’s not safe to play with sharp objects Like you’re doing. What if someone gets hurt?”

Lewis was a playboy. Always too soft, too patient with beautiful women

Debbie, however, didn’t buy none of that crap. She pointed the scissors to his crotch and threatened, “On second thought, I better cut your dick off. You’ll never hurt girls again, after this, I promise.”

Lewis went numb at the sight of the menacing woman. Certain that if he tried to resist Debbie, things would turn nasty, he chose to cooperate.

He drew Portia aside, grabbing both her hands so that she wouldn’t move while Debbie clipped her hair.

worry. Better the small humiliation of a bald shave than to think we can fight her when

and

wimp! Why not call your cousin? He’s Carlos! And you are the general manager of Hilton Group’s New York

are you so afraid of her? Debbie is just a weak woman. We have so many people here. Ask them to tie her

He was a proud man, and couldn’t stand it anymore. He pointed at Portia and cursed loudly, “Debbie’s right. You’re just like your mother—a total bitch! Get the hell

so shocked they

long hair and cut

hair fluttered to the ground along with her

you puss-pop! Call your cousin!” Portia yelled

fumed with rage when she called

“Have her arrested! Now!

urged Ralph