Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Debbie frowned. She hadn’t imagined it. And now the smell of booze was overpowering. She realized that Carlos must have had more than a Little wine this evening.

“You went out drinking?” She raised her head to look at him.

“Yeah. We Landed a major account, so we drank a Little to celebrate.” A little? That couldn’t be a Little! Debbie pouted her lips and thought,

“So you won’t let me drink, and now you come home drunk. This is so bogus! ‘

After draining it in a single gulp, Carlos put the empty glass on the table beside him, scooped Debbie in his arms, and carried her up the stairs.

“Wait, wait! I haven’t even turned off the lights yet.” Debbie pointed to the kitchen.

Without stopping, Carlos said, “Julie will handle it.”

He had scarcely finished his sentence when Debbie saw Julie come out of the gloom and enter the kitchen carrying the empty glass.

Entering the bedroom, Carlos laid her carefully on the bed and leaned down close to her. He kissed her ear, her cheek, her mouth, her neck, all the way down her body. She normally enjoyed this, but the stench was beginning to make her nauseous. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Honey, you smell so good,” he murmured.

*I know I smell good. You gave me your company’s Latest bath and body line, ‘ she thought. Unable to bear the strong reek of alcohol anymore,

Debbie cupped his face and feigned anger by saying, “Get away from me— your breath stinks! Go take a bath!”

“Yes, my lady!” It was exaggerated, or perhaps exacerbated by his drunken state. In any case, he snapped to, and did as she bade him. He gave her a passionate kiss before getting up from the bed.

He pulled her up and demanded, “Take off my tie!”

“Hmph! Don’t you Know how to untie your tie?” Debbie had never done it before and began to study his tie. Taking in the over and under nature of the knot, figuring out where she’d start.

“No, I don’t.” He Lied.

Much to his surprise, Debbie was instantly mad at his answer. She grabbed him by his tie and asked through gritted teeth, “Tell me the truth. Did you have some woman doing it for you?”

Carlos’ jaw dropped.

He had no other choice but to give in and tell her the truth.

“Well, I can take off my own tie myself. Usually Julie or Zelda helps me tie it.”

Julie? No problem. But Zelda? Carlos’ assistant who was partial to

Megan? Absolutely no! “Why did you ask Zelda to help you with your tie?” Debbie pouted her lips, irritated.

Amused by her reaction, Carlos pulled her into his arms and said,

“Fine, you’ll be the only one who can tie my tie from now on. Promise.

Okay, Honey?”