Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Don’t be afraid. I’m fine,” Charlotte said as she patted Ellie’s back. “Let go of me for a bit. It seems like daddy is hurt.”

“Daddy!” The children remembered and ran over to him. “Are you all right, daddy?”

“Daddy, your arm is hurt!” Jamie exclaimed when he saw the severe burns on Zachary’s arms. He was pale with fright.

“Daddy, you need a doctor,” Robbie said as he put out the embers on Zachary’s clothes. “Your clothes are all scorched.”

“Daddy, does it hurt?” Ellie cried and covered her eyes.

Zachary paid no heed to the children. He stared at Charlotte the entire time with a mixture of rage, frustration but also love.

over to him. “You fool!” she yelled as she pulled on his arm. “Why did you

finished her sentence, Zachary pulled into his

he

allowed to come out on your own and place

do.” Charlotte nodded

you. Why won’t you ever

sorry, I was wrong.” Charlotte sobbed into his chest, her arms around his waist. “I should not have made you

scared me to death, did

her on the

hurts!” Charlotte screamed in pain but she knew she deserved the punishment. He bit down

pinched her

at his injuries. “Let’s

down, placed the boys on his shoulders, and lifted

hurt. Put us down,

There is heat emitting from your shirt. My butt is burnt from sitting on your

embers still on Daddy’s