My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't take the towel. I looked at him and said, "You have hands, do it yourself."

He smiled cheekily. "What are you sulking about? Andrea?"

I shook my head. "No!"

He asked in amusement, "Then what?"

I twitched my mouth and said, "You've messed with some stupid women."

He started guffawing. I was so annoyed. The silly man was actually happy. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He held me in his arms, and he couldn't stop smiling. He said, "It was just a ride? There's nothing else to it. Don't take it to heart, okay?"

Although I did refuse, I still took the towel from his hand, motioned him to sit in the chair,

hair, he pulled me onto the bed to sleep with

and stared at Hendrix. His eyes were closed as if he

signalled that he hadn't

leg slightly. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His gaze locked on

was not a moron, so I understood what he was hinting at. I pursed my lips

hand in my face and raised his eyebrows, "I

flushed red. I stared at Hendrix

into his arms. "If I am not shameless, I

me. The faint smell of tobacco and shampoo filled

exhausted

lose track of time sleeping during the day, and I didn't know how long I slept. But when I woke up,

against the balcony railing. He was on the phone talking to the head office. I rolled over in bed to get a better view of his handsome physique. After what we just did, I simply enjoyed