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.

years ago as well as that time in

how Gigolo looked at

were

was sure that it must

things.” Zachary’s heated

to immerse herself

moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow of

heavy breathing melded

the worries and thoughts away from Charlotte’s

blank; all she could do was lean on him

her peak,

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

be something wrong with

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

his other identity, he figured it was pointless to

She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled

turned around,

rest, she finally crawled out of the

she realized the curtains were

Anyone who was outside would have seen

hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself up before drawing the