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

“Does that really matter?”

All that his body was telling him to

you, Charlotte. I

with a hand and began stripping her

Charlotte thrashed against

collided violently

was so severe that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte

door, Charlotte tripped, landing on the hard pavement and rolling into the bushes as she

immediately shot up her

tried to get up, but her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her

black leather shoes suddenly appeared

after taking a closer look at the person in front of her, her jaw

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

It’s him! He’s here!

out his

the man she had been waiting for

in her ear, “Why didn’t you listen to me?”

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

finally got himself out of the car