"Director Myers, we're all adults, don't take it too seriously." Zoey Allen's eyes were flushed with drink. She waved her hand, showing that intelligent elegance she had at work, "See you around, Director Myers."
Just as she turned her head, Ralph Myers grabbed her.
Are men's palms always this hot? So coarse and strong, at that moment, she actually found herself thinking about it.
"If you didn't want to be serious, you shouldn't have come on to me."
His expression was so fierce.
Zoey Allen liked men who were aware and considerate, gentle and understanding was best, but Ralph Myers was completely opposite to her preferred type.
It was her own fault.
"My bad, okay?"
Having admitted her fault, she turned her head to leave.
He still wouldn't let go.
Her hand was already hurting from his grip, his strength was so great, and her delicate skin couldn't withstand his rough callouses.
The marks from that night took a long time to fade.
