Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I have something else to tend to!”

“Ten minutes! No! Five minutes! Wait! Three minutes! Three minutes is all it takes! Please?”

“Fine. I’ll spare you three minutes”

As Zachary gave in to Sharon’s demand, he opened the door and walked into the room.

Charlotte tried to push Michael away from her, but it was too late—the duo that was at the entrance had caught them red-handed.Sharon and Zachary paused due to Michael and Charlotte’s odd position.

Michael had his arms straightened on the couch while he was on top of Charlotte. Her exposing and messed-up gown caused others to misperceive they were in the middle of an intimate session.

The moment Zachary opened the door, a gentle breeze whizzed into the pitch-black room, causing Charlotte’s already exposing dress to billow, exposing her inner thighs and her busty figure.

The air went dead silent as things had gotten unexpectedly awkward between the parties that were present.

Charlotte could feel the murderous intent through the glint in Zachary’s eyes, although they were a few feet away.

Her heart sank because she thought the furious man would kill her for real. Immediately, she sat upright and adjusted her wrinkled gown.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get in your way! We have no idea this room is occupied, but please pay no heed to us and go on with the session that has been started!”

seemed to have settled down, Sharon broke the silence and stirred things up between them once

Charlotte could feel Zachary’s wrath because it was written all over his

and suggested, “Zachary, let’s go and leave them alone! We should stop getting

and made his

if a cannibal was on his way to her. She got up from the couch but staggered due to

Michael stopped her and supported her in the nick of

I-I…” Sharon stuttered after she moved away

merely having a talk, okay?

were in the room when he spotted the anxious

the silky-smooth gown of hers. “Really? You’re telling me she’s merely having a talk with you when she’s dressed

the room and chimed in, “Why can’t you have

wondered out loud, “Are you sure both of you

glared at Sharon and confronted, “Aren’t you the

vicious scheme of

put it on? Why didn’t you turn me down when you

“Y-You—”

gigantic palm. “She’s right! You should stop blaming others when you’re the one who’s filthy deep

in shock because she didn’t expect such