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 you pretending to

“Does that really matter?”

body was telling him

you, Charlotte. I

wrists, he restrained them with a hand and

Charlotte thrashed against

collided violently with

so severe that Chris fell over,

landing on the hard pavement and rolling into the bushes as

immediately shot up

her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her back

shoes suddenly appeared in

a closer look at the person in front of her,

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

It’s him! He’s here!

called out

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

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

no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his neck and cried, “I thought that I

he finally got himself out of