Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 120

“Mr. Na–” the hotel manager blurted, but immediately held his tongue at a sharp, warning look from Zachary. Realizing that he had almost spilled the name “Mr. Nacht”, the manager let out a brisk cough before continuing, “Everything you asked for is ready, sir! Please have a good rest. Let me know anytime if there’s anything else you need.”

At this, the manager retreated and even closed the door behind him.

“Why did you bring me here?” Charlotte demanded as her eyes darted around in a panic. “What are you still trying to do… Ahh!”

Before she could finish, her feet were swept off the ground abruptly. With a rough haul, Zachary threw her into the round bathtub filled with water.

Splash! She flailed around for a moment as she struggled to sit up, and coughed out some water which she had choked on.

Wiping water off her face with a hand, she grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub with the other. She panted heavily for some time before finally steadying herself, glaring at him and yelling, “You darned gigolo! How dare you…”

“Shut up!” he interrupted fiercely and pointed at her. “From this minute on, you better clean yourself up quietly. I’m gonna do you again if I hear another word from you!”

A suppressing atmosphere filled the bathroom at his menacing glare and authoritative voice. Charlotte felt subdued by the air of dominance emitting off him.

Frightened, she immediately held a hand over her mouth and stared quietly with widened eyes.

“Bathe!” he commanded as he chucked a bathrobe at her, then walked out of the bathroom.

 

lips tightly, not daring to make

want to

night had been a long tiring one. She couldn’t help feeling grungy and filthy all over. She slowly eased herself into the bath,

flinched when the wounds

a shower in the other bathroom. With only a towel wrapped underneath his torso, he hastily rubbed his hair as he came out and called Raina on his phone. “Send a female

a hand towards his mask. In that instant, Charlotte emerged

He quickly turned away.

The mask was still lying on the bed, where he’d have to turn around and walk over a distance before he could

Wretch now stood

so quickly?”

to figure out something

to say more, but immediately covered her mouth

just now. What if

her legs had barely recovered enough strength to support her own weight. After an excruciating night, receiving more “punishments” from

one more time!” he forced a demanding tone,

more words could spill out of her mouth. Not

mask on the bed. His fingers were barely an inch away

withdrew and turned away in a split second. The towel wrapped around his lower body almost slipped from the

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