Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Debbie cleared her throat and said, “I’ll tell you later, but not now.”

Jared rolled his eyes and snarled, “Friendship over.”

Debbie patted his shoulder and comforted him, “Relax. Once I’ve made enough money, I’ll never come to this place again. Then you won’t have to worry anymore.”

“It’s good you can think like that. If you make any more trouble, your husband will skin me alive. How about I lend you the money you need so that you don’t have to sing here anymore?”

“I can’t! I want to buy something with the money I earned on my own.

There’s no point in buying it with the money you or Carlos gave me,”

Debbie snapped back.

Sitting on the curb of the empty road, Jared raised his head to Look at the dark sky and asked, “Where are you going anyway? It’s late. And freezing. You’re not going home?”

“No, I’m not. I… I’ll spend the night in a hotel.”

She really hated to watch Carlos and Megan show off their affection in front of her. She wasn’t going to go home and be humiliated that way.

And the dorm gates were probably closed by now. A hotel was her only option.

At midnight, Carlos got a text message that Debbie’s credit card had been just used to secure a hotel room. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

‘I thought she was in Kasie’s house!’ he mused. Instantly, he called the hotel manager and asked whether Debbie was alone.

The manager answered honestly, “There are two of them.”

After some pause, he added, “A girl and a boy.”

Carlos was fuming with rage. So this was how she repaid him after everything he’d done for her!

He wasted no time rushing all the way there, pausing for nothing.

Breathlessly, he tore into the hotel Lobby. His livid face stopped the manager from saying anything. Holding breath, the scared man carefully led him straight to Debbie’s room. He inserted the universal key card and opened the door.

As he peered inside, the manager was stunned at the sight.

It was the cheapest single-bed room in this four-star hotel. Debbie was sound asleep in the bed, while a big guy was curling up, snoring on the sofa. The sofa was so small that his legs hung over the sides.

Carlos kicked him in the leg. Jared woke up instantly. He was having a nice dream and this guy just ruined it. He threw back the quilt and jumped off the sofa, still fully clothed. Annoyed, he shouted, “Fuck!

Who the hell— Car- Carlos.”

Upon hearing Jared’s sharp, angry shouts, Debbie opened her eyes and blinked. She was still sleepy. ‘Why is Carlos here?

I’m in the hotel, not the villa! I must be dreaming.’

She closed her eyes again, trying to drift off. Carlos wasn’t interested in letting her do this. He walked up to the bedside and demanded in a cold tone, “Get up!”