My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Jordan brought me to the penthouse of the office building opposite from the Roberts Group.

The elevator doors slid open and in front of me was a one-way corridor. At the end of the corridor was a large open area. There was nothing else there other than a glass dining table and a simple chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The table was delicately arranged with steak and wine. This corner stood out in the empty space, like an utopia in the desert.

Jordan dismissed his men and sat down at the table. He picked up the wine glass and twirled it at his nose as he inhaled the sweet scent of the wine. He then took a sip and looked down at the busy city below. Hendrix would also do this very often. But he would stand calmly in front of the window, without the fancy decorations.

"It isn't time yet. Sit down and have a drink with me," he ordered. He expected me to listen to him in order to know where Hendrix was.

My patience however, was running out. I wasn't in the mood to satisfy his wicked sense of control. I kept my feet firmly on the ground as I changed topic, "Until I see Hendrix, don't hold it against me for saying some unforgivable things."

Jordan was obviously unfazed by my threats. He calmly set the wine glass down on the dining table, pointed at the chair in front of him and tilted his head. He was indicating to me to take a seat.

He looked very confident, which undoubtedly was to provoke me.

"Alright, let's see what kind of information he has to keep me guessing."

I cared for his charade. Without showing even a hint of aggression, I

of his lips curled up intriguingly. He placed his hands on the table and pointed his right index finger at

was already regretting it. Did he

nothing

were crossed and my eyes stared straight ahead. If there were any people outside, they would have thought that

seem to be in a rush

I know you're

waiting for me to lose control and end up hurting someone in the process. With the police planted around the building downstairs, are you expecting them to come up and arrest me?" was

this. He laughed. He then picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth clean. "You're very

you for

hands slammed on the

edge, I looked at him coldly, grinned my

ynovel??

rather hear about Hendrix

compliment!"