My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix was laughing softly, seemingly in a good mood. I had no interest in entertaining him, thus I closed my eyes, ignoring him and ready to sleep.

Two minutes had passed, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

I began thinking of a way to ask him to help Monique. If he was involved, it would make things a lot easier. After all, the rich and powerful always had a way with the world. Perhaps it was due to my guilty conscience that I appeared nervous. Hendrix seemed extra mindful of my nervousness.

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He turned over, but...

After some time, he got up. After putting on his pajamas, he headed out to the balcony for a smoke.

As I lay in bed, I was filled with indescribable joy.

I got up as well and walked to his side. Hugging him from behind, I leaned into his back and said, "Let's do it in the bathroom."

and turned to look at me. There was a frosty

referring to

lips. After a while, I replied, "I think it was after the

Andrea, however, would probably haunt me to the end of

pushing me away. "I'm going to the study room for

quickly and gazed up at him, blurting out, "Did you buy Monique's bar

I would anger him with this request, as I did not satisfy him. However, I could

His tone was

his gaze.

you?" He sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Arianna,

my head again. I was panicking, but what he

Monique. I'm begging you, please help me!" "Hmph!" He sneered

Nonetheless, I

deal with this, I

as tears were welled up in my eyes. I pleaded again, "Hendrix,