Novel & Cerita Verosika X Striker

I closed my eyes, bringing my fingers to my temples, where I made a light massage. -No! He's married to Karla Estrabao. The woman was silent for a few seconds, perhaps thinking about who could be Karla Estrabao, when in a memory flash, Vero touched with the tip of her index finger on her head. -The Latina from the threesome? I leaned my body back again, leaning my back against the padded chair. -Yep, the one. Vero got up from her chair with a laugh that spread throughout the environment. -You are so fucked!

“He is also a man who lied to both of us.” “He never lied to me.” “Did he tell you he held my hand through a nightmare?” The question escaped before I considered it. Velvera became still. I noticed. “Did he tell you he kissed me?” Her face went pale. “He said that did not happen.” There. Modric had lied to her too. Velvera’s hand tightened around the bracelet. “You are lying.” “I have no reason to.” “He would not kiss you willingly.” “He did.” “In anger.”

However, despite the pain resulting from Verania's strike, he merely wore a grin. "No secret shall escape my lips to satiate the hunger for information in your puny mind," the man asserted, further fueling Verania's anger. Verania raised her hand and unleashed a vigorous slap across the man's face, causing him to wince in pain. "When a query is posed, you'd best provide a proper response," Verania stated sternly, reiterating her question to the man. "Who are you with here?" Vera inquired, and when she felt like the man was about to stand, she quickly planted her foot onto his abdomen.