Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Do you remember the last time when we did it here in the car? You were so into it, weren’t you… “ Chris whispered in Charlotte’s ears with the last shred of his rationality. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle… “

“No!” Charlotte tried pushing him away, but to no avail.

With the effect of the drug completely taking over him, Chris felt as if he was burning, with all the blood in his body surging toward his groins.

He took off his clothes, grabbed Charlotte’s hands, and leaned in for a kiss.

As Charlotte turned her head away by reflex, she noticed something odd about his lower back.

The wolf head tattoo that was supposed to be there was nowhere to be seen.

Her eyes widened in shock. It’s not him! It’s not!

How can this be?

“Babe, I want it. Give it to me… “ Chris growled, his lips closing up onto her red lips.

“You liar!” Charlotte slapped him. “You freaking liar!”

“What?” Chris blurted out, coming to his senses from the pain.

wolf head tattoo on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are

“Does that really matter?”

All that his body was telling him to do was to

I

a hand and

Charlotte thrashed against

At that very moment, a Rolls-Royce collided violently with the Lamborghini

so severe that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte from

the hard pavement and rolling into

stinging pain immediately shot

get up, but her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her back onto

black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she instinctively

after taking a closer look at the person

darkness of the night. Through his mysterious mask, a pair of eyes burning

It’s him! He’s here!

called out

Charlotte was certain that the man

his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” He was trying

back her tears. She put her arms around

as he finally got himself out