Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Do you like it?”

Charlotte kissed his ear as she started pulling his shirt.

Why is he wearing a f*cking robe? His back is completely covered, and I can’t take it off easily!

“I do…”

Zachary turned around to cup her face as he passionately kissed her. He then pinned her on the bed.

“Mm…” Charlotte twisted her body uneasily as her weak hands tried to remove his clothes. She wanted to peek at his back, but no matter what she did, she could not take off that robe on him.

How annoying!

“I’ll do it myself.”

With that said, Zachary took off his bathrobe and threw it aside before his body pressed on hers again.

Just as Charlotte was craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his back, he turned off the lights.

“Why did you turn off the lights?” Charlotte exclaimed.

“We can be more immersed in the moment when it’s dark.” Zachary bit her ears and locked his fingers with hers. “Look at me.”

Her head subconsciously turned upon hearing his words. In the dark, he was a ferocious beast with glowing eyes and overwhelming lust.

suddenly thought about the night four years ago as

this was how Gigolo

eyes were

that it must

things.” Zachary’s heated breath crept

eyes, she started to immerse herself in his

The moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow of the entangled bodies by

heavy breathing melded together to

wiped the worries and thoughts away from

made her mind turn blank;

peak,

body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if was punishing her and did not

be something wrong with this woman’s

an almighty and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she longs for a

as that was his other identity, he figured it was

lay sprawled on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when

eyes, turned around, and continued

another bout of rest, she finally crawled out of the bed

she realized the curtains

Anyone who was outside would have

hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover