Tips to Save My Boss

He had been drinking red wine elegantly in a suit, but now he was begging me with tears.

I would go crazy if I stayed with him.

I tried hard to pull my ankle out of his hand, but he suddenly loosened his hand so that my sharp, high heel hit him on his forehead.

I quickly squatted down to check his wound. When my fingers brushed through the hair on his forehead, he grabbed my hand and asked with a pleading look, "Miss Garcia, can you stay with me tonight?"

What did he mean? Just stay beside him or more?

An X-rated thought flashed through my mind.

"I don't wanna leave you, my owner. Even if you leave, I will find you by your scent."

I held his face and replied, "No, I'll go as far as I can, and you will never find me. You know, you will soon become the crocodile again and never return back this little puppy as long as you don't get drunk."