INTIMATE MOMENT

ARIANNA'S POV

I sat down in the back of the Bugatti Centodieci trying my best not to look around its' luxurious interior like some village bumpkin.

After I sprained my ankle in the dressing room, Rex had carried me down to the car, to my greatest embarrassment.

Lots of my colleagues at starlight saw us as he made his way to the underground parking lot.

I had asked him to let me down but he would hear nothing of it, insisting it's red and swollen.

Oh please! I have endured worse pains in my life but he doesn't need to know that.

I don't want him to know I'm strong.

I'm afraid he will stop treating me like a fragile baby and caring for me like he currently does.

Only by looking weak and helpless will his animalistic nature be pacified into caring for me.

I have noticed that he's afraid of seeing me cry, and it's obvious he believes I'm a fragile baby who can't endure any kind of hurt.

I need him to continue believing that.

If he discovers I'm actually stubborn and cold hearted, he will