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.

don’t have the wolf head tattoo on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What are you trying to

“Does that really matter?”

All that his body was telling him to do was to make love to the woman before

love you, Charlotte. I want you.

he restrained them with a hand

thrashed

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

severe that Chris fell

door, Charlotte tripped, landing on the hard pavement

pain immediately shot up her shoulders

but her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her

suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she

taking a closer look at the person in

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

It’s him! He’s here!

“ She called out his name by

that the man she had been waiting

voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t you

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

himself out of