Burning Passion: Love Never Die

When the group walked in, a throng of young people already packed the venue where the party was being held. Everyone was having fun.

When people saw them, the women went crazy.

“It’s him! It’s Carlos! And his friends too! My God! I can’t believe I’m seeing Carlos!” one of them exclaimed.

“Wow! They’re so hot! I like all four. What should I do?” a second woman said.

“Megan was right. She really is tight with Carlos. But who’s the woman next to him?” another wondered.

“I dunno! Never seen her before, but she’s gorgeous,” their friend said.

Their discussion went on like that, making this or that comment, usually about their Looks.

Later, the group split up. Damon was pulled away from his friends by two beautiful women. Curtis and Colleen went somewhere alone. Wesley left his friends with Megan while she held his arm. Only Debbie and

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A waiter came to them offering all kinds of alcohol. Carlos took a glass of wine from the tray. When Debbie thought it was for her, Carlos told the waiter, “A glass of Lemonade, please.”

“Yes, Carlos.”

After the waiter had left, Carlos sipped the wine and asked Debbie,

“There’s food over there. Hungry?”

Debbie didn’t respond. She looked at him and asked, “Why Lemonade?”

“For you,” answered Carlos.

Debbie was struck speechless. She Looked around and everyone else had a glass of something alcoholic: Wine, liquor, champagne, even cocktails— no one was drinking lemonade.

“Lemonade? Seriously?”

“Yes,” Carlos said. Simple, direct, and to the point. He didn’t like it when she drank alcohol.

Debbie was annoyed, but she knew she couldn’t convince Carlos to let up. He was stubborn like that.

Soon the lemonade was served. She took the drink resignedly and followed Carlos to the refreshment tables. As usual cake was her favorite. She picked up a Hokkaido chiffon cupcake. After taking a bite, she asked, “Any shows tonight?”

“Yeah. Wesley invited Megan’s favorite actress,” Carlos answered while leaning against the table behind him.

Seeing how much the four richest and most powerful young men spoiled

Megan, Debbie couldn’t help asking, “Who is she?”

“Megan.”

“I know that. I mean—”