Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Spencer was looking through the ajar door and saw Cynthia lying on the bed, while Zachary leaned closer. Then she hugged him and they kissed

Ahem. Someone coughed, and Spencer scurried away, though not without casting a death glare at Ben. Ben only shrugged, and he went to close the door.

Their lips were about to touch, but Zachary instinctively pushed her away. He could pretend to be in a relationship with Cynthia, provided there was no direct contact with her, as he would be repulsed by any kind of skin contact.

Cynthia gesticulated, ‘I didn’t mean it. Someone was peeping on us, so I—’

“I know,” Zachary interrupted. “It was Spencer.”

Shocked, Cynthia bit her lip and nodded.

Zachary left the bed.

outside. “Mr. Spencer has gone back to his room,”

bedroom, he went to the study. Ben poured a glass of wine for him. “You’re pretending to

noticed too?” Zachary arched his

you for a long time now, so that much is obvious for me.” Ben smiled. “The same thing goes for Mr. Henry. You can’t fool him

him I’d try to date her, but if I don’t go a

have to go to the extremes if you want Mr. Henry to leave you

do you mean I have to be aggressive?” Zachary barked,

apologies, Sir.” Ben

leave. But I don’t really want to do that. Maybe I can get away with it without anyone noticing. After all, nobody’s gonna know what

“Good idea.” Zachary squinted.

when you’re going at it,” Ben suggested. “Especially Robbie. He’s really sensitive, and it’s going to hurt your relationship with him if he sees you getting intimate with Ms. Cynthia. That’s probably why he

and

will you

to come with me tomorrow morning.”