Bella Woods immediately recognized it as the brand he often used before, almost blurting out, "Did you make the young girl go buy this and bring it to you?"
Was he crazy?
"Young girl?" Ashton Marshall sneered, "Well, she's a young girl, you're a child."
"No, you..."
"If you don't take it off, I'll do it myself," Ashton placed the item aside.
Bella shook her head, "I think I should leave."
She slid off the desk, but before her feet touched the ground, Ashton pulled her back, swiftly grabbing her T-shirt and lifting it right off.
Bella was left in just her fitted camisole.
"No..."
She panicked, covering her chest, but the action tugged at her shoulder, causing her to gasp in pain.
But she couldn't worry about the shoulder pain now, "I don't want to be here, I want to go home."
"If you really do anything to me here, I will be mad."
She deliberately put on a serious face.
