Burning Passion: Love Never Die

To make Carlos agree with her terms quickly, she nodded, “Fire away.”

“Ladies first.”

Debbie had to begin, “First, you have to call Megan and get the lipsticks back. But I won’t take the broken ones.”

In disapproval, Carlos’ mouth twitched.

“You already told her those lipsticks were a gift. How do you expect me to ask them back? I can buy you new ones.”

“No, I only want those.” She wouldn’t let Megan benefit from their argument.

Carlos was lost for words.

Noticing his silence, Debbie stood up and declared, “I see no point continuing this talk.”

For the first time in his life, Carlos felt so helpless.

“Okay. Your next term?” ‘Debbie, good for you!’ he thought.

“You can’t stay with her alone for more than five minutes. No, five minutes is too long. What if you are not so good in bed? One minute!

You can’t stay with her alone for more than one minute!” Debbie said, holding up her index finger, even though she saw clearly that Carlos’ face had turned black. He didn’t think it was funny at all.

‘This woman! How could you humiliate me Like this?

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He pulled her hard towards him and held her tightly.

“Hey! What are you doing? You haven’t said yes to my second term yet! Where are you taking me?” she asked nervously.

But Carlos didn’t respond. Off he carried her towards the Lounge. What was he going to do?

“I agree to your first two conditions. As for the third, keep it to yourself. Now it’s my turn. This is my first condition,” said Carlos as he kicked open the door of the Lounge, entered the room with Debbie in his arms and locked the door behind them. He passed all the other furniture in the room adroitly. They zipped past tables, chairs, and a standing Liquor cabinet before Carlos stopped at the bed. The richly- appointed bed was inspired by eighteenth-century designs, and featured round ball top bed posts. It was colored a beautiful black walnut, and ornate duvets covered the sheets.

“What condition is that?” Debbie asked. Looking at the king-sized bed adorned with grey sheets, Debbie had a bad feeling all of a sudden. She was not sure what was going on, but the bed put an image in her head and she was going to try and forestall that as long as she could.

“I’LL have to show you for how many minutes you should forbid me from being alone with Megan.”

As he said this, he threw Debbie onto the bed.

In an instant, he was on top of her. Her heart rate skyrocketed. Before she could respond, the man moved her arms up, and held her hands above her head with his own hand.

She struggled, but was unable to move.

“Wait, wait! I’m trying to discuss something with you. I’m not here for this!” she yelled, panicked.

“We can discuss it while we do this.” He pulled the zipper of her jacket down, peeled it off and threw it onto the floor. It lay there silent witness to the actions Carlos was taking.