Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qAll of a sudden, Francesca shuddered as a nightmare jolted her awake.

She was struggling to get out of bed when Danrique quickly pulled her back with a hug. “What's the matter?”

“I think something's happened to William,” Francesca blurted. “Monica told me earlier that—”

Alas, an annoyed Danrique cupped her face and interrupted, “Shoosh! You're not allowed to think of other men when you're with me.”

“That's not it. I—”

Before Francesca could finish her words, Danrique kissed her hard, thinking that'd be the best way to shut her up. No matter how much she struggled, the latter refused to let her go.

Just then, they heard a loud rap at the bedroom door. “Mr. Lindberg, I have something urgent to report,” Sean shouted.

Knowing how dangerous it was to disturb Danrique at that moment, the poor man couldn't stop sweating bullets.

Francesca quickly used the opportunity to push Danrique away and glare at him. “We've already done it four times, and my body is about to fall apart. Do you really still want more?”

“Fine. I'll let you off this time,” Danrique said as he playfully bit her earlobe and got out of bed. “Stay in the room. Don't wander about.”

quick shower, he changed into a fresh set of clothes and hurriedly left

before getting out of bed to take a

him all over her body and how sore and painful she was. My goodness. It feels like my body has been taken

as soon as Francesca recalled how intimate she and Danrique had been,

the latter had returned and hastily stuck her head out to check. To her

Lindberg's orders, Ms. Felch. Please, carry on with your shower. We'll be done cleaning by

Francesca quickly ducked back into the bathroom

enough, the sounds outside died down after a while, and Norah's voice rang out. “We've finished cleaning up, Ms. Felch. I've left your clothes on the sofa. You can take a rest after your shower.

Mdm. Norah,” Francesca replied, albeit still

wrapped herself in a towel and walked

and span, and even the bedsheets and pillowcases were all replaced. A set of casual attire in Francesca's size was also neatly placed on the

her phone from

was off, she

while, the latter finally picked up the phone. “Ms.

can't I get through to

currently resting.

since we left! Does he have to rest for that

“No. He's all right...”