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?

“Does that really matter?”

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

I want you.

with a hand and began stripping her clothes off

thrashed

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

Chris fell over, freeing

tripped, landing on the hard pavement

stinging pain immediately shot up her

weak and gave way, slamming her back

appeared

after taking a closer look at the person

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

It’s him! He’s here!

called out his name

certain that the man she

an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why

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

himself