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.

on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are

“Does that really matter?”

body was telling him to do was to make love to the woman before

love you, Charlotte. I want

her wrists, he restrained them with a hand and began stripping her clothes off with

Charlotte thrashed

Rolls-Royce collided violently with the Lamborghini

impact was so severe that Chris fell over,

landing on the hard pavement and rolling

shot up her shoulders

but her arms felt weak

of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her

a closer look at the

of the night. Through his mysterious mask, a

It’s him! He’s here!

called out his

certain that the man she had been waiting

down and carried her into an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t you

could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his neck and cried, “I thought that I would never

Chris mumbled as he finally got himself out of