63 Trust me!

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Clara looked at him and pushed his hand away with angry eyes.

He looked at her and a distinguished smile appeared on his face and he began looking at her pink neck, he went close to her face.

" Madam, you are not a loser... I can make you feel happy" he whispered in her ears and put his face close to her neck.

She stood up from there like a flash and shouted, "Mind your business".

His body was shaking due to high drink consumption and fear.

Everyone was looking at that man and none of them said anything because he was the owner of the bar, they started behaving like air.

He pushed Clara towards himself; his force was very strong that tore her shirt, there was a strong smell of alcohol coming from her body.

He put her nose on her neck and started smelling her like a beast and then started licking her neck. 

"You are sweet," he whispered in her ear, and his dirty hands were touching her body.