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."

turned to look at me. There

he referring to my episodes

on my lips. After a while, I replied, "I think it

probably haunt me to the end

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

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

not satisfy

narrowed pupils. His tone was icy as he uttered, "Is

a little frightened by his gaze. I shook my

bribe me, didn't you?" He sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Arianna, did you not

shook my head again. I was panicking, but what

and choked out a cry, "Hendrix, 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 and said mockingly,

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

I had another way to deal with this, I wouldn't have

my lip as tears were welled up