Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2204 Gone Secretly

Danrique carried Francesca all the way back into their room, where more passion followed. There was a saying that men who were new to carnal pleasures were akin to wild beasts.

Danrique was no exception. In fact, he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He would keep asking Francesca for more until he was completely exhausted.

Despite the long hours Francesca had slept on the plane, she was now out cold once again thanks to the lovemaking which lasted through the night.

She lay in his embrace like a docile animal. Leaning on one side, Danrique held onto her with one hand and caressed her hair with the other as he gazed at her tenderly.

She was always so upfront with her emotions. Never did she hide her happiness or anger. She’s probably going to be upset if she finds out that I’m going to M Nation with Hazel first thing in the morning, huh?

He smiled at the thought of this woman glaring at him in fury. He loved everything about her, including the way she looked when picking fights with him.

The man kissed her forehead and held her tightly, but he couldn’t fall asleep at all. As dawn approached, subtle rays of light could be seen seeping in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shining onto Francesca’s body.

Danrique glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already half past five in the morning.

He withdrew his arm silently, put on a bathrobe, and treaded toward the door lightly. He then turned around to glance at the woman one more time, his eyes showing how reluctant he was to part with her.

the door and leave in

ready, Mr.

before we leave. Wait

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg.”

taking a shower and changing into his clothes. He couldn’t

in there, so she’s probably still

could only leave while she was sleeping

he hopped

sure you don’t need me to accompany you, Mr. Lindberg? It’s quite dangerous in M Nation. I think you’d be safer if I were to come

I’ll talk to you if I need you,” Danrique instructed. “Take care of her, and don’t let her leave no matter how much of a

“Understood.” Gordon nodded solemnly.

make sure there’s always

Mr. Lindberg. Don’t worry,” assured Gordon. “Everything

he

the car engine roused Francesca briefly, but she was so tired that she simply turned to the other side, hugged a pillow,

of his scent, so she felt as if she