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.

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

got off

promptly came by to greet them, “Your room is ready.

Charlotte out of the car and made his

to go home!” She protested

simply replied with

room prepared for them was the presidential suite

Zachary dumped her into the

air as she sat back up, Charlotte wiped away the water on

emotionlessly as

at the bathwater. Why is he treating me like this? Feeling upset,

some reason, she felt obliged to listen to

a bad decision. It’s not like he’ll hurt me

that the hotel room was in complete darkness. The only hue of light

not seem to work. Feeling scared, she called out in a shaky

voice sounded from the French windows behind

she found him sitting

the lights? Is there a malfunction?” She asked,

she knew, she was bumping straight into