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.

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

“Does that really matter?”

body was telling him to do was to

you, Charlotte. I want you.

with a hand and began stripping her

Charlotte thrashed

very moment, a Rolls-Royce collided violently

severe that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte from

on the hard pavement and rolling into

pain immediately shot up her shoulders and

arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her back onto the

leather shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she

after taking a closer look at the person in

silhouette of a man seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his mysterious mask, a pair of eyes

It’s him! He’s here!

She called out

was certain that the man she

carried her into an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t

really you!” Charlotte could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his neck and cried, “I thought that I

mumbled as he finally got himself out