Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Turning around, he thundered, “Emmett!”

The force in his voice sent chills running down Emmett’s spine. ‘I thought he was calmed down after talking to his wife. Why is he angry again?”

It was the beginning of a long, terrible day for Emmett.

But that night, just as she had promised, Debbie slept in the dorm with

Kristina.

It was almost 1 a.m. when she finally got off work in the bar. The dorm gates were shut, and she didn‘t have the doorkeeper’s phone. She called

Jared who found a person to call the doorkeeper and ask her to open the gates.

Early the next morning, when Debbie woke up, she was surprised to find she was cramping. Regular as clockwork, she had always marked her menses. Apparently, the Last one month must have been stressful to make her forget something that basic. She sighed to ease the pressure. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She was in another dilemma. When she had agreed to leave the dorm and stay with Carlos at the villa, she had moved all her clothes. Now, she didn’t have any clean pants with her.

Debbie decided to take the bus back to the villa so she could change out of her blood-stained pants. She didn’t dare take a taxi out of fear that blood might be left behind on the car seat.

Stepping onto the bus, she decided it would be best to stand in the back so that the other passengers wouldn’t notice the blood on her light-colored pants. Luckily, everyone kept to themselves and no one seemed to notice anything was amiss. When the bus pulled up to her stop, Debbie quickly hopped off and walked for about fifteen minutes before finally reaching the gates of the villa zone.

Ignoring the aching of her stomach, she walked briskly towards the villa as to avoid crossing paths with the others who lived there

Upon arriving at the villa, she opened the gate and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. It felt safer to finally be inside a familiar place. Quickly changing her shoes, Debbie quietly made her way into the Living room crossing her fingers that there was no one around. Luckily, the living room was empty. ALL she could hear was the sounds of Julie cooking in the adjacent kitchen.

Her Luck was soon cut short, however, as Carlos walked down the stairs

The girl froze, hoping that he wouldn’t look in her direction. But it was too late; he was staring at her intently

Ignoring the man, she pushed past him, and tried to run up the stairs

“Stop!” Carlos demanded. The anger in his voice caused Debbie to pause and look at the man.

Her stomach ached again, however, and it was a reminder that she needed to get upstairs. Turning her back on Carlos, she continued to make her way up the stairs.

Before she could get away, Carlos grabbed her arm.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked. There was obvious worry and confusion in his steady voice.

Puzzled by this, Debbie turned to look at him.

He was staring at her blood-stained pants!

Her face suddenly went hot and red with shame. Needing to get out of here, Debbie tried to pull her arm out of his grip.

“Let me go! It has nothing to do with you!”

The hand gripping her arm remained tight.