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.

him! You don’t have the wolf head tattoo on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who

“Does that really matter?”

telling him to do

Charlotte. I want you. You’re mine…

with a hand

Charlotte thrashed

collided violently with the Lamborghini that she was

severe that Chris fell

open the car door, Charlotte tripped, landing on the hard

immediately shot up her

weak

of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her

at the person in front of

to sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his

It’s him! He’s here!

out

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

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

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

“ Chris mumbled as he finally got himself out of the