Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Okay. We’ll head home after we drop off Megan.”

After that, he closed the door and sat in the driver’s seat.

Debbie watched him start the car and sighed. He didn’t understand her at all.

The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears.

Carlos didn’t talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn’t seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute.

The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community.

‘This must be where the girl lives, ‘ Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether

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When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out.

“Wait up. It’s dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I’ll walk you to the door,”

Carlos offered.

Debbie was fed up. ‘Son of a bitch! Is she your wife or am I? Why do you care so much about her? Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be?!

And there are security guards patrolling the area, you jackass!’ she cursed inwardly.

“Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos,” Megan said gratefully.

Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified.

Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man.

She was so furious she started laughing. ‘That bastard is probably sleeping with her!”

In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now.

Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue.

But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community.

Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up.

“Carlos, your lady get in alright?”

“Where are you?”

“I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until after you two had sex? Or gone upstairs and watched?” Debbie blurted out furiously.

For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent.