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.

she could see a patch of dark green on his

heart leaped into her throat as she

closer to him for a better

he swam to the other

happened next was her running after him as

his face, he

as though he was looking at a

as she

smile, he lowered himself into the water again

and out of his back, tempting Charlotte to come

her footsteps

find out about his identity today,

have the time nor sense to find

he can’t do much to

Charlotte returned. Beside the pool were ivory lounge chairs and tables. On the table was a bottle of red wine, a bucket of ice,

an ice cube out from the bucket and tossed

ice cube landed beside him, and Zachary

piece. Like the previous ice cube,

seconds, Zachary popped out of the water and shot

of ice cubes at

landed on