Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1968

Francesca took another shower before she slipped herself into a set of clean and comfortable sleepwear.

After she drank the warm soup Norah had prepared for her, she went on to nestle herself snuggly into the bed, ready to turn in for the night.

That was when the door crept open.

Good grief.

Here he comes again!

"Don't you already know that I'm on the rag?"

Sitting up swiftly, Francesca aimed a pillow at him.

The projectile was snatched out of the air.

Placing it underneath his own head, Danrique then laid himself down next to her in the same fluid sequence.

Following that, he reached out to reel her petite frame into his arms so that he may cradle her like a kitten.

"Leave me alone!"

Francesca struggled in exasperation as she feared he would be unable to keep his own primal urges in check.

"I just want to cuddle, that's all" whispered Danrique into her ears as he playfully pinched her behind with his huge mitt.

"But no guarantees if you are going to keep up with your squirming like this."

Upon hearing that, Francesca settled herself down and docilely submitted herself to his embracing.

"Does your abdomen hurt?"

his warm hand inside of her clothes, he gently massaged her belly in a way that felt oddly soothing for

"Not anymore"

dainty head to regard him.His well-defined features appeared especially charming when illuminated by the mellow light cast against

his sparkled

kiss him caused her to purse

"Francesca Felch!"

to her sentiments, he continued to hail her softly

but I still prefer

I used

some of the subtleties from their past, she could still remember that they had indeed shared

came back to her quite often, sans some of the details which had eluded

were so rude back then!" scoffed Danrique, rolling

you’ whenever

like something I'd say" said Francesca

did you call

that's what you said your name was when I asked!" replied

"That doesn't..."

her eyes

sound familiar, but I don't

"Enough of that."

such trivialities, Danrique leaned in to suck on

"Mmph..."

on his shoulders, petrified by the thought of what

only grew in intensity while his scintillating presence and

mounted throughout Francesca's body, prompting her to

and impervious to the resistance she was

his hold on her a while later with a final