Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

By the time she returned to the Nachts’ residence, the sun had set. As night approached, it looked as though a black veil had blanketed across the sky, making it look mysterious and distant.

Coming down from the car, Charlotte was distracted. Various questions were running amok in her mind, waiting for the answers that could settle them down.

“Ms. Windt,” greeted the surrounding guards and maids.

For a moment, Charlotte felt as if she was the lady of the house.

She shook her head, trying to shake the thought off her mind. “Where’s Mr. Nacht?” she asked.

“Mr. Nacht is at the pool. I’ll lead you there,” a maid replied.

“All right. Thank you.”

Charlotte followed the maid across the garden to the pool. From afar, she could see a large blue lamp shining at the pool.

The light made the surface of the pool shimmer, and she could see a figure swimming in it.

Under the light, his slender figure seemed nimble. Looking at him, she could feel that familiar enigmatic sense exuding off him.

Charlotte jogged toward him. She wanted to use the opportunity to find out whether he had the tattoo on his lower back.

land, she could see a patch of dark green on his back, which meant

her throat as she jogged to the other

wanted to get closer to him for a

to the other side. Hence, she jogged over

next was her running

his face,

though he was looking at

as she hunched

himself into the water again

and out of his back, tempting Charlotte to come

but her footsteps halted after taking a

I don’t find out about his identity today, I’m not sure I’ll have any more future opportunities to do

bedroom, I doubt I would have the time nor sense to find out about

he can’t do much

chairs and tables. On the table was a bottle of red wine, a bucket

ice cube out from the bucket and

cube landed beside him, and Zachary jolted a little before

tossed another piece. Like the previous ice

popped out of the water and shot a

a handful of

cubes landed