My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"You were the one who ran away. It was you who gave up that right!" I said harshly, deliberately raising my voice so that he could hear every word.

Jordan tilted his head and looked behind him as if he had heard an absurd joke. "Gave up? In this case, whether I could love you depends on your charity?"

The word charity was a bit insulting. It was not my intention, but I had no choice but to continue. "I didn't say that. I wanted to treat you and Hendrix fairly, but you hid. You know how much I love him. That isn't something I can control."

There was an old saying, the closer people were, the clearer they knew what they should say to make the other feel unbearable pain.

Although it sounded a little sentimental, other than Naomi, I knew Jordan the longest. I knew him far better than any outsider, so it was all too easy to stab him in the heart.

As expected, Jordan became irritated. He quickly grabbed my hand then flipped me over.

His face was against mine as he threatened me, "Know your place! Open your eyes and see who is the master here!"

I panicked, choosing to be defiant. "I won't let you get your way, even if I die!"

he unbuttoned his shirt. He was as cold as a machine that only knew how to carry out orders. "Fair treatment, am I right? Why not let your body choose who it likes more, mine

make connections between the feelings and the body, thinking that if he got one of the two, the other would come along as

stubbornness in my eyes, I wanted him to know that if he couldn't get my heart, he couldn't get my

within his chest

wearing a dress

trailing all the

could be

moment he stretched

ably.

moment. Jordan's face darkened as he

Crack.

I bit hard on my tongue, hoping that it was true that one could die by biting off one's tongue. I don't want to be

so much pain that I broke out in cold sweat, I suddenly realized that Jordan was not making

loosened my tongue