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.

“Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What are you trying to

“Does that really matter?”

not even think straight. All that his body was telling him to do was to make love to the

love you, Charlotte. I want

a hand and began stripping her

Charlotte thrashed against

moment, a Rolls-Royce collided

was so severe that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte from

Charlotte tripped, landing on the hard pavement and rolling into

pain immediately shot up her

her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her back

black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her

a closer look at the person in front of her,

a man seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his

It’s him! He’s here!

out

Charlotte was certain that the man she had been waiting for had finally

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

you!” Charlotte could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms

“ Chris mumbled as he finally got himself out of the car to go after