Chapter 217
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
âYes, Carlos.â On the spot, Zelda called the driver.
After Megan had left the office, Debbie turned around and was ready to leave too, when Carlos
grabbed her hand.
âCome in,â he said.
âNo. Iâm not staying,â she replied stubbornly, which came as a shock to the secretaries who had been
observing what was going on in the
CEOâs office. âLord, did she just say no to Carlos?â Anticipating their boss would explode with rage,
they all pretended to bury their heads in work.
Everyone was afraid that they would be the victim of their bossâ impending fury.
âI said, come in,â Carlos continued in a colder tone, still holding
Debbieâs hand. The expression on his face indicated that his demand was non-negotiable.
However, Debbie shook his hand off and shouted, âI already said, no!â
She cast the man a glare and turned around. But the next thing she knew, her feet were off the floor,
Carlos holding her by the waist and carrying her into his office.
âCarlos, put me down! You sleazebag! IâLL kill you! Iâtlâ¦â The womanâs voice trailed off when the door
was shut.
The secretaries exchanged terrified and confused looks and lowered their heads again.
In his office, Carlos put Debbie down on the sofa.
She tried to get up, but was stopped every time by Carlos. After some exchanges of moves between
martial arts masters, she was overwhelmed and confined to the sofa, Carlosâ body closely against hers.
Humiliated and angry, she wanted to curse, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a pair of wet lips
pressed down.
The man was fierce. Yet the scent on his body was so enchanting for a moment, Debbie almost forgot
to fight.
For a while, Carlos kept on holding her.
âDebbie, you have been unreasonable. Donât push my buttons!â he said, breathing heavily.
When he finally relaxed, Debbie took a deep breath, looked him in the eye and asked sarcastically,
âYour buttons? Do you mean Megan?â
The gloom on Carlosâ face deepened. His hands gripping her wrists tightened.
âI donât Like repeating my words. For the Last time, Megan is a girl Wesley and I are fostering together.
Donât pick on her,â he snarled.
âPick on her?â Debbie hit the ceiling. She tried to kick the man off her, but after some wriggling, she was
forced to give up.
âYou asshole! I neverââ
The rest of her words caught in her throat when the fierce lips came again.
Several minutes later, Debbie gasped greedily for air, feeling as if her Lungs had been sucked empty. A
moment more and she might suffocate from the kiss.