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!"

unmoved, not pausing in the slightest as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was as cold as a machine that only knew how to carry out orders.

the feelings and the body, thinking that if he

tongue to kill myself. Using the stubbornness in my eyes, I wanted him to know that if he

movements of my mouth, just waiting for the heat within his chest to be liberated. After unbuttoning his shirt, he reached out his hand

was also wearing a dress

all

could be

he stretched hand,

ably.

Jordan's face darkened as he directly pinched

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 in so much pain to wake up in the hospital to face

broke out in cold sweat, I suddenly realized

tongue