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."

in his hand and turned to look at me. There was

dumbfounded. Was he referring

lips. After a while,

and Andrea, however, would probably haunt

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

him, blurting out, "Did you buy Monique's bar for Andrea? Monique

as I did not satisfy him. However,

His tone

little frightened by his gaze. I shook my head and started, "No,

me, didn't you?" He sneered, his voice laced

my head again. I was panicking, but what

you have Andrea and many other friends, but I have no one other than Monique. I'm begging you, please help me!" "Hmph!" He sneered again

very angry. Nonetheless, I couldn't think of

another way to deal

I bit down hard on my lip as tears were welled up in