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

for him outside. “Mr. Spencer has gone back to

study. Ben poured a glass of wine for him. “You’re pretending to be

Zachary arched

long time now, so that much is obvious for me.” Ben smiled. “The same thing goes for

did tell him I’d try to date her, but if I

might have to go to the extremes if you want Mr.

have

Sir.” Ben

This is going to be a headache. I might have to turn to extreme measures to make him leave. But I don’t really want to do that. Maybe I can get away

“Good idea.” Zachary squinted.

into you guys when you’re going at it,” Ben suggested. “Especially Robbie. He’s really sensitive, and it’s going to hurt your

Zachary frowned and nodded. “That’s

what will you

the next couple of days. Ask Cynthia whether she would like to come with me tomorrow morning.” Zachary wanted to ‘get closer’ with