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.

pulled on his arm. “Why did you throw

her sentence, Zachary pulled into

that he crashed Charlotte’s head

matter what happens, you’re not allowed to come out

Charlotte nodded and

crashing down on you. Why won’t you ever remember that and cause me to worry every time? What would I do if

sorry, I was wrong.” Charlotte sobbed into his chest, her arms around his

death, did

her on the shoulder

screamed in pain but she knew she deserved the punishment. He bit down so hard it

said as he pinched her cheek. “Remember this. If this happens again, I won’t be this

time,” Charlotte said as she gazed at his

the boys on his shoulders, and lifted Ellie in his arm. Holding

you don’t have to carry us if you’re hurt. Put us down, we

shirt. My butt is burnt from

still on Daddy’s shirt?