Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 64

Zachary did not know what to say.

“Oh no…what do I do now?” Charlotte said, panicking. “Would he barge in in the middle of the night?”

“Who knows?” Zachary said with a chuckle.

“Hey! Can’t you come and help me?” Charlotte pleaded. “You’re the only person who can help me now…”

“You sound like your boss is going to devour you or something…” Zachary said. “Shouldn’t you be grateful for his attention?”

“Hey! Don’t forget who your boss is!” Charlotte growled.

“Enough. Rest well.”

Zachary hung up and smirked as he thought about the idiot lying next door.

It won’t hurt to prank her for once!

He stood up from the bathtub and walked out barefoot, wrapping a bathrobe around his body on the way.

Charlotte was drowning in her own thoughts when the door opened all of a

tall figure cast a long, invasive shadow on the bed, and his hair was still dripping wet. The white robe on his body failed to hide his

in confusion and swallowed. “W-Why didn’t you knock?” she questioned as she

Zachary answered as he approached her, making it difficult for her to

to avoid his

to her

are you doing?” Charlotte whispered, shivering in

intently and

like a feral beast that could melt

tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but her wounds

I’m really in danger.

closer to her.

Charlotte pleaded, her voice shaking. “You may be the boss, but that doesn’t mean that you can have your way

herself off when she noticed that Zachary’s lips were just a few millimeters

and every muscle in her body

I

lips brushing against her cheeks and her earlobe as his hands moved over to

closed her eyes and waited for the

grinned and took a book