Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Jared.

“You here yet? I’m in Room 888,” said Debbie.

Jared was still driving. His purple Ferrari flew like a bat out of hell toward the club.

“Really?! Room 888? Isn’t that Carlos… Never mind.

Wait for me. I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Carlos’ exclusive booth had a strong appeal to Jared, who shortened the five minutes’ drive to two. Punctuated with the screech of brakes, the

Ferrari came to a halt before the Orchid Private Club. Jared was pretty eager to grab that booth. It was meant for the rich and famous, and now he’d at least have a taste of the good life.

888 before Debbie

so fast!” she

a look around. He’d

husband is so rich! Look at this! It’s a porcelain vase from ancient times. I heard some rich dude bid 200 million for it at auction. I’m guessing that’s Carlos. And now he just hides

think of it right now. But this guy was a famous painter. It must have cost

rolled her eyes and poured a glass of wine

by no means poor. So why are you playing

of the wine, and his eyes went wide. He took the bottle

winery in Bordeaux!” Debbie was getting

“So?” she asked.

at where it was made, when the grapes were picked and made into wine, etc, it’s more expensive

Rothschild 1982. It costs

wine. While Jared was looking around, she had gulped down three glasses of wine. She had filled the glass with the expensive wine, and gulped it down in one