Chapter fifty two: I want to f*ck you

The clicking sound from Veronica’s heels clapped against the marble tiles paraded throughout the Presidential suite. The well light room oozed a dignified and glorious aura, a complete contrast to the shameless act predestined to take place. It goes without saying, trouble can’t stir itself. It needs a mastermind.

“Bring it in, its almost time already” Veronica urged the attendant who took a deep bow as a comprehension to her instruction. ‘Some women can be so desperate to the extent it’s disgusting’ was the plasterer thought in the head of the attendant but this wasn’t the first time receiving such command.

You’d be surprised how often it occurs. With this overshadowing her previous thought she bit her tongue to keep shut and carried out her task after all she’s getting compensated.

Moments later she arrived with the servings tray that held two empty wine glass. After a placement she turned and gestured “this glass has been sprayed with Aphrodiacs while the other is free” she annou