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.

her sentence,

forceful that he

Zachary yelled through gritted teeth. “No matter what happens, you’re not allowed to come out on your own and place yourself in danger. Do you hear

Charlotte nodded

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

her arms around his waist. “I should not have made you worry and caused you to get

me to death,

bit her on the shoulder

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

her cheek. “Remember

be any next time,” Charlotte said as she gazed at his injuries. “Let’s go to the hospital. You

placed the boys on his shoulders, and lifted Ellie

if you’re hurt. Put us down, we

your shirt. My

Daddy’s shirt? Will it burn