Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Nicole felt her heart rate rise.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Panicked, she turned around to look at Evan. He was looking down at her intently.

“So, tell me, what’s the consequence of going on a date and drinking with another man?”

“Drinking… hold on a second.” Nicole finally wrapped her head around what was going on.

“Yes, do go on.”

“You… you shameless man! You spiked the wine?” She spluttered.

“Me? It’s not really my thing to play dirty tricks like that. In fact, there is no need for me to employ such tactics, don’t you agree?”

He ripped his mask off to reveal that elegant, charming face of his.

“Evan, you’re finally showing your face.”

Nicole gritted her teeth as she uttered those words. She could feel her body heat up as if she were in a sauna. Even her forehead was covered in sweat.

The touch of Evan’s fingers grazing her face felt cold but stimulating – something she desperately needed at that moment. His gaze was firm but gentle.

could think of

it was strong and it

Nicole did not want to give in. She suppressed the urge to

dead to me. There’s no use in doing this to me. Sir, who

you tell me

you avoiding my questions and brushing away my suspicions? Nicole’s hopes of a happy reunion with

fun, playing

with

her eyes, Evan could tell how devastating the

His heart throbbed.

all too well that her feelings

him to take off his mask, he

himself

was glad that he could finally show himself, his heart

her name softly, reaching

away, still trying to

panting. Her face was flushed, and her pupils dilated. He could tell that she was suffering from

find a way to get that substance out of your system first. I’ll listen to everything

me alone!” Nicole was

fault. I shouldn’t have let her drink it,

exhaled deeply and pulled her into