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."

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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?"

took the towel from his hand, motioned him to sit in the chair, and dried his hair. He was still smiling

flight, so after I dried his hair, he pulled me onto the bed to sleep with him. I wasn't sleepy,

I turned my head and stared at Hendrix. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping soundly. But some things couldn't be faked. I whispered, "Hendrix, are

that he

His gaze locked on mine, flashing with emotions I didn't understand. He took a deep breath. "You don't want

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

in my face and raised

face flushed red. I stared at Hendrix furiously,

his arms. "If I am not

me. The faint smell of

energetic interlude, I was so exhausted that

was easy to lose track of time sleeping during the day, and I didn't know how long I

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