Marrying the Mafia's Daughter
I liked Maverick, and that was enough for me.
I read some comments. Venus was right. People were crucifying me online for being a cheat.
“Stupid people.”
“Whoa. What’s wrong?”
I lifted my gaze from my phone screen. “What are you doing here?”
Striker took a seat. As the CEO of Hover, he was respected around here. “That was quite a relationship soft launch.”
“You mean hard launch. Is that why you’re here, cuz?”
He laughed. He and London were inseparable. Sometimes, it was nauseating to watch, but I understood it now. If it was only possible, I didn’t want to distance myself from Maverick, but we both had to work, and she was still in college.
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