Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Mylo let himself in with the spare key he had. Seated in the Living room on his black Leather sofa downstairs, were a group of rich Looking people.

Hearing Marcus come downstairs, Mylo looked up and tapped the Rolex watch on his wrist, clicking his tongue in reproach.

‘t’s almost noon. You usually get up early. What happened today?” “Did you work overtime last night?” Delmor chimed in.

Marcus just glared at them, silently cursing the idiots for disturbing his peace. He had waited so long and endured the torture to finally have sex with his wife. How long he slept was none of their business. Of course, he didn’t say that out loud.

He tucked a hand into his pocket and asked impatiently, “What are you doing here? I didn’t invite you!”

his happy and sacred time

staring strangely at him,

thoughts and looked out of the window with a relaxed air about him. “Look at how beautiful the weather is. It’s a

have food here,” Marcus said quickly, not

said excitedly, “Don’t worry about that. We came with all the food, ingredients and tools

and glanced at the two other men he rarely hung out with. One was Darin who was closer to Delmor, and Delmor’s other

were also two women he had never seen. One of them, probably Mylo’s girlfriend, was in Mylo’s arms, and

start setting things up. Let’s set up

Marcus ordered in a

each other

and went out to set things for the barbecue up. Everyone

his phone rang. Seeing Rhea’s name on the caller ID, he walked aside