My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Good... night."

I finally came back to my senses a few seconds later. I turned over, held my head and asked Hendrix, "How did you know that Cyril was also at that bar?"

"I didn't." Hendrix smiled proudly with his eyes closed. He looked as though everything was under his control.

"You didn't?" I didn't believe him. "Then, could you be so sure that someone would pick Freya up?"

Hendrix finally opened his eyes and looked at me with his deep dark eyes. He said, "Because I've truly understood the feeling of missing someone, especially when they refuse to see each other."

"Any other details?" I suddenly became very interested and waited anxiously for his explanation.

Hendrix slowly closed his eyes again and refused to say anything else. "My lips are dry. I don't have the strength to continue."

He had picked up Aaron's arrogant way of speaking it seems.

All in all, wasn't he simply trying to get the better of me right now?

to satisfy my own curiosity and hear about this gossip really badly. Although I was reluctant to do it,

Can you

really proud of himself. Although he quickly hid it from me, I could still

have stood my ground. I should have just cried and make a fuss about it. I'm sure he would have told

believe that I let him take advantage of me

kept his word and didn't push

more comfortable position. He placed his arm in between my neck and the pillow. Then, he

Men are trash!

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do you think I would do if you weren't with me and I couldn't contact

"What would you do?"

someplace quiet, put my phone into flight mode, then call your

memories, so I quickly changed the topic. understand. There were too many things that you couldn't

can stop them. I can't stop myself from the

said that she would put an end to their relationship. She would have blocked Cyril's number, right? How did

"Woah! Could it be?"