Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 105

“No! I must accompany you!” Debbie was resilient.

He rubbed his arching brows and explained, “I’m not used to sleeping with others.”

“You’re lying. I know it. You just don’t want to hurt Olga’s heart.”

‘Olga? Who’s she?’ he thought to himself. After pausing to think for a moment, Carlos finally realized that she was referring to Olga Moran.

“She has nothing to do with this,” he snapped.

“Is she not your girlfriend?” Debbie scratched her head curiously.

After all, she had seen Carlos and Olga together a couple of times.

“I’m a married man. I’m not interested in having a mistress,” he answered. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Debbie snickered with pleasure as she sat up again and approached him.

“You didn’t even blush after lying. Last time in Shining International

Plaza, you bought her so many things. Now you are telling me that you are not interested in her. Boss, are you giving yourself a slap in the face?”

“Should a man not pay the bill when he is shopping with a woman? Yes, I bought her many things. It didn*t mean that she is my mistress.” Carlos shook his head in disbelief. ‘What the hell was she thinking?’

‘His words do make sense. Besides, he is Carlos, the richest man in

Alorith. It’s not unusual for him to pay millions of dollars for women,’ Debbie mused.

“Alright then. Good night!” This time, she pulled the quilt over her head. She was so sleepy she could hardly keep her eyelids from shutting.

In less than a minute, the man slid under the quilt and pressed himself against her. As if he was expecting her to scream, he pressed her lips with his. On top of her, he pinned her hands to the bed. His lips were firm, demanding and his fingertips were on fire running over her soft skin. Her eyes widened as she wasn’t expecting things to turn out this way.

‘I’m here to sleep, not sleep with you.

Yes, we are a couple, but only in name. I never wanted to be married to you. I certainly did not plan on having sex with you,’ she thought inwardly.

His wet lips glided to her ear. She shivered and came back to her senses. She grabbed his hand and stopped him from caressing her breasts.

“Carlos, I’m not here to sleep with you. Don’t get me wrong,” she gasped.

Carlos paused to look at her and said, “It’s too late.” His loins were burning and he needed to put out the fire.

He began to plant feather-like kisses across her cheeks, her chin, and on the corners of her mouth. Fear flooded her system and she pleaded,

“Please… Please don’t… It’s all my fault. I was afraid of sleeping alone, so I came here.”

Carlos looked at the woman doubtfully and asked, “What were you afraid of? You were not in the cemetery anymore.”

Debbie gave him an embarrassed smile and explained, “It has been thundering like crazy. I’m usually not afraid of it, but ever since you left me alone in that cemetery, I haven’t been able to sleep on my own…