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!”

had disturbed his happy and sacred time

strangely at him,

the window with a relaxed air about him. “Look at how beautiful the

don’t have food here,” Marcus said quickly, not Liking

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

and glanced at the two other men he rarely hung out with. One was

of them, probably Mylo’s girlfriend, was in Mylo’s arms, and the other, was in Delmor’s

can start setting things up. Let’s set up the

Marcus ordered in a hushed

each other in confusion. They didn’t

set things for the barbecue up. Everyone was

of food when his phone rang. Seeing