Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Oh god, you’re going to kill him at this rate!” A sudden realization struck Charlotte, and she began pulling on Zachary’s arm. “Let him go!”

Chris’s eyes had already rolled back, and his hands were drooping down like two lifeless sticks.

At last, Zachary came to his senses and loosened the grip on his right hand.

Chris immediately fell to the ground, half paralyzed with fear.

Sighing, Zachary carried Charlotte into his car and took off.As they left the scene, Ben appeared with his subordinates. As they cleaned the place up, he said, “Send Mr. Broid to the hospital.”

“Yes sir.”

…

In the car, Zachary covered his jacket over Charlotte to keep her warm. His brows were still furrowed, and the fury in his eyes were not entirely gone.

Charlotte’s dress was torn in pieces – half of her chest was exposed, and so were her thighs. She was in a complete mess, but there was a striking sexual appeal to it.

Biting her lower lip, Charlotte was looking down, all quiet. All that she felt at that moment was shame.

How could I not have recognized that he’s a different person? Am I blind?

Their car came to a halt at the Storm Hotel.

the hotel entrance, then at Zachary, feeling a little panicked. “Don’t tell me you

Zachary got

greet them, “Your room is ready. We have also made preparations according to your

carried Charlotte out of the car and made

to go home!” She protested under

with

the presidential suite they had stayed in

And once again, Zachary dumped her

sat back up, Charlotte wiped away the

said emotionlessly as he left the

stared blankly at the bathwater.

some reason, she felt obliged to listen

all, disregarding his words always turned out to be a bad decision. It’s not

bathroom after the shower, she realized that the hotel room was in complete darkness. The only hue of light was the faint glow from the emergency

lights, the switches did not seem to work. Feeling

deep voice sounded

turned around to face him, she found him sitting on the

lights? Is there a

was bumping straight into a table. Ouch!