Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary narrowed his eyes at Charlotte’s wrist.

q“Aren’t you going to let her go?” Ben bellowed at the guy, “Are you tired of having your hands attached to your body?”

The man hurriedly let go of Charlotte and retracted a few steps and slumped to the sofa behind. He asked in an apprehensive manner, “Who- who are you guys?”

The other men at the sofa were scared to their wits and dared not make a sound.

“Make him lose the hand that was gripping her wrist just now!”

Zachary barked the orders before turning around to leave.

Stumped, Charlotte froze on the ground, widening her eyes in disbelief at the turn of events. Before she could even figure out what just transpired, the sounds of the man wailing in pain filled the private room.

As she traced the sounds of the man screaming in pain, she was greeted by the sight of Ben stepping the man’s hands against the wall. The crisp sounds of the man’s bones cracking rang in her ears.

The man’s face grimaced with the excruciating pain. He tried hard to struggle himself free but to no avail.

The other people in the private room paled at the sight as they retreated themselves to a corner, not daring to utter even a single word.

The hostesses had never seen anything like it and shuddered in fear as they covered their eyes.

“You have a death wish!” Ben scowled at the man and retracted his foot.

slumped to the floor and fainted from the

and froze on the ground. Moments

you waiting for? Come right this way!” Ben

then, Ben was still not certain that

forced herself to snap out of

their way over to Zachary’s private room. Has he

long, they had already reached Zachary’s private room. He was enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked

at the entrance as she

way, please,” Ben gestured for her to

to enter the private room, making her

no heed to her as he

drink in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted his

but she relented and went over

the other hand,

in a small voice after she was done. She

gestured at her with his

opened another bottle of red wine to decant

had not once averted his gaze from

hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped

was actually glad that the wound on the back of her hand had actually healed

from being scalded by the cigar was

her hand to check, her palm was actually concealed from

decanting, Charlotte poured a half a

steps back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head low, waiting for his

lifted her head and