Burning Passion: Love Never Die

The next morning, Carlos and Debbie were going to make the trip to New

York. Before leaving for the airport, Carlos went to his office to delegate his duties. Other people needed to pick up the slack. He wasn’t going to have his company fall apart simply because he wasn’t there. Debbie slept in. She didn’t start packing until she finished her late breakfast.

Still, when she was done packing, Carlos hadn’t made it home. She waited. And then she even took a nap. It was not until nearly noon that she heard the sounds of a car pulling up. Debbie got out of bed swiftly and dashed onto the balcony. Carlos was back! She waved at the car happily. Emmett got out and opened the back door. Carlos looked at her as he stepped out of the car.

“Mr. Handsome!” Debbie shouted to him.

Carlos stretched out his arms. Debbie dashed through their bedroom and across the hallway. From there she raced down the stairs into the living room, threw open the main doors to the villa, and ran into the arms of the man who strode towards her.

“Wow, you’re sure in a good mood. Is it because we’re going to New

York?” asked Carlos.

Debbie shook her head.

“Nope.”

She had time off classes the past couple days, and it was getting boring. She had nothing to do. But now that she saw Carlos, she wished she were a cuff Link, going with him everywhere.

Debbie opened her mouth, trying to say something else when a joyful voice came from behind them, “Aunt Debbie, are you done packing?’

Debbie craned her neck to see around Carlos. When she looked at the car, she saw a girl sitting in the back seat—-Megan.

‘Oh, right. She’s going with us to New York, ‘ Debbie remembered. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She nodded to the girl. Just then, a servant carried Debbie’s luggage out of the house.

Debbie thought it bad form to whisper in front of someone, but there was something she just had to say to Carlos. She needed to get this off her chest, and she didn’t care about what kind of strange looks she got from others. This was extremely necessary. She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I want to sit in another car with you, just the two of us. Want to?”

Carlos knew exactly what she was up to, but he Loved how flirty she was being right now. He started to get horny.

He beckoned Emmett to come closer and said to him, “You and Megan go ahead.”

Emmett was confused, but he was too afraid to ask. He remembered how vengeful Carlos could be, so he didn’t question his orders.

“Yes,

Carlos,” he nodded.

When the car was started, Megan stuck her head out the window and asked, “Uncle Carlos, aren’t you getting in the car?”

“Go on. Your aunt Debbie and I will be along soon.”

The Emperor left. Carlos called his driver, Matan, and soon another posh car was driven out of the garage and stopped in front of them.

This one had some serious dramatic flair, the Maserati Quattroporte.

She climbed into the sumptuous, leather-Lined cabin. The seats were exquisitely padded, covered in brown leather, along with a grey subcushion of memory foam for optimal comfort.