“Pardon?” I asked him as I tried to get away from him, but then he didn’t stop, he kept on holding me tight as he stared at me.
“What are you doing, sir, let go of me.” I told him as I struggled to get free, but he still wasn’t willing to let go of me.
This was harassment, he was holding me in an inappropriate manner and I hated it. He smiled as he stared at me, and next thing I knew, he stared to lean in.
“Sir!” I yelled as I kept on trying to get away from him, but he still wasn’t willing to let me go, and this was getting on my nerves.
This was way too annoying and uncomfortable for me, and I was losing my patience. I pushed him away as I stepped back in fear, staring at him, shocked.
I took in a deep inhale as I held on to my chest. What was he doing here in the first place? I swa
