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.

floor and

stumped and froze on the ground. Moments passed

Come right

still not certain that the tacky woman standing before

to snap out of her

made their way over to Zachary’s private room. Has he recognized me? How is he going

He was enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm and composed, his eyes

entrance as she

gestured for her

the private room, making her way to the center, and

heed to her as he silently sipped on his

finished the drink in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and

relented and went over to the back and

other

she was done. She had no idea what Zachary was

Zachary gestured at her with his

bottle of red wine

had not once

wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was

actually glad that the wound on the back

scar on her palms from being scalded by the cigar was

her hand to check, her palm was actually concealed

decanting, Charlotte poured

keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head

not once lifted her head and looked him