My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was so angry that I didn't have the time to deal with him. I pressed my elbow down against Hendrix's chin.

I leaned over, placing half of my weight on his throat. My eyes glared threateningly at him. This was to inform him that he would be dead if he didn't tell me the truth.

Hendrix's face went red due to the lack of oxygen, but he had no intention of resisting. He forced himself to keep smiling and tried to ease the tension, but he was still keeping silent.

It looks like he's going to be stubborn.

I then withdrew my hand that was holding him down. I touched his smooth neck and felt his muscles through his shirt. "Honey, just tell me the truth. At the worst, you can do whatever you want tonight, okay?" Hendrix's breathing grew heavier, but it only lasted a few seconds before his rationality prevailed.

He propped a hand around my back and sat up on the couch, trying to reason with me as he stayed in his seductive pose. "Let's talk about that later tonight. As for the truth, what you see is the truth. Andrea can't seem to let go of the past. It's not a big deal to just let her vent it out on me. It's better than you getting bullied."

Hendrix paused for a moment, then suddenly touched my arm and caressed it with his thick palm. "Stop doing these strange things. It doesn't seem like you."

him mockingly. "It's not as if I can't change. Perhaps the things I didn't

felt the taste of power and control. I then thought that even if the

was the reason

would always use such immature ways to prove

point

cross paths again.

close to anger. The veins on his temples

Our eyes met. We

his hand. When he saw us, he shivered. "What are you doing? It's daytime, you perverts! I'm

from Hendrix's lap and asked lightly while

house? What are

here?"