CARTER
“My name?” usal ng babae. She furrowed her brow. “And why would I tell you that, Carter Vallejo? You already got my address, it will be easy for you to know my other information.”
“It’s just a name you know?” Carter smirked, relaxed his back at the sofa. Sinuyod ng titig niya ang kabuuan ng sala na iyon. It has a nice eclectic and unique touch, mukhang mahilig sa art ang babae.
“Malaki ata ang sinasahod mo,” he spotted one painting, and as a lover of art himself, he knows who painted that and how much that painting approximately has costed. “You have that one,” nguso nito sa naka-hang na painting. “Spreading lies must be a good game, huh?”
“Can you stop it?” iling ng babae. “And that was a gift for me.”
“By who? Your sugar daddy?” ngisi ni Carter.
“If you’re so close, I could
