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 well as that

this was how Gigolo looked at

eyes were exactly the

that it must

other things.” Zachary’s heated breath

she started to immerse

a night of ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow

heavy breathing melded together to form a

Zachary wiped the worries and thoughts

mania made her mind turn blank; all she could do was lean on him

peak,

her lips as if was

must be something wrong

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

his other identity, he figured it was pointless to be jealous of

on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows to shine on

eyes, turned around, and

of rest, she finally crawled out of the bed when the sunlight became too

only then that she realized the curtains were not

was

the bathrobe on the floor