Loveology
CHAPTER 315
"Who are you working for?" the man asks again, his breath tickling your ear.
Your response is to slam the very pointy heel of your shoe down on his foot. He lets out a cry and removes his hand from your throat.
An elbow to his stomach forces his arm from around your waist, and you dash out the door of the factory without a single glance backward until you reach the safety of your mansion.
"Who are you working for?" the man asks again, his breath tickling your ear.
Your response is to slam the very pointy heel of your shoe down on his foot. He lets out a cry and removes his hand from your throat.
An elbow to his stomach forces his arm from around your waist, and you dash out the door of the factory without a single glance backward until you reach the safety of your mansion.