Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“What’s in that head of yours? Do you even have a brain?” Zachary said, giving her head a light knock.

Feeling embarrassed about her actions, Charlotte explained hastily, “That man looked almost identical to you! And… and he was driving your car, and he even wore the same mask as you, so I thought… “

She paused for a moment and then began bombarding him with questions, “Why is he driving your car? Even the license plates are the same! What is going on? Even if he made a replica of your mask, how could he have… “

“And that’s why you got the wrong person?” Zachary replied crudely. “You were going to let him f*ck you, weren’t you?”

“No… I wasn’t… “ Charlotte shook her head frantically. “He didn’t even touch me! I-”“If I hadn’t arrived in time… “

Zachary inhaled deeply. Just thinking about it was infuriating for him. He roughly grabbed her face and kissed her…

“Mmph… “ Charlotte tried pushing him away, but her heart was telling her to give in.

His kiss was intense, like a harsh storm. It felt more like a punishment than a sweet kiss, as if he were trying to claw away all traces of other people from her body, replacing them with his own bitemarks.

Charlotte felt like she was suffocating from the kiss. She lay weakly in his arms, giving him the authority to do whatever he pleased.

they entwined, she felt his breaths become heavy, and

startled, her heart rate

unwilling to let go. Caressing her

I won’t be there to save you

and said,

that even with the same appearance, he had a unique scent on his body different

my one

he said lovingly as he ran his fingers

troublesome woman who disgusts me, but why am I worrying and thinking about her more and

matter

like a puppy trying to keep warm. The sound of

became warm and fuzzy, stirring up something

Zachary could feel his desire burning from

whispered. “Are you

he said, “What the f*ck are

I wish that you’re