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."

a sudden. He put out the cigarette in his hand and turned to look at me. There was a frosty quality to his gaze

referring

hard on my lips. After a

probably haunt me to

before pushing me away.

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

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

into my eyes with narrowed pupils. His tone was icy as he uttered,

little frightened by his gaze.

his voice laced with sarcasm. "Arianna, did

shook my head again. I was panicking, but what

other than Monique. I'm begging you, please help me!" "Hmph!" He sneered again and said mockingly, "You have

was angry. Very, very angry. Nonetheless, I couldn't

deal with

hold of his hand. I bit down hard on my lip as tears were