Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Do you remember the last time when we did it here in the car? You were so into it, weren’t you… “ Chris whispered in Charlotte’s ears with the last shred of his rationality. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle… “

“No!” Charlotte tried pushing him away, but to no avail.

With the effect of the drug completely taking over him, Chris felt as if he was burning, with all the blood in his body surging toward his groins.

He took off his clothes, grabbed Charlotte’s hands, and leaned in for a kiss.

As Charlotte turned her head away by reflex, she noticed something odd about his lower back.

The wolf head tattoo that was supposed to be there was nowhere to be seen.

Her eyes widened in shock. It’s not him! It’s not!

How can this be?

“Babe, I want it. Give it to me… “ Chris growled, his lips closing up onto her red lips.

“You liar!” Charlotte slapped him. “You freaking liar!”

“What?” Chris blurted out, coming to his senses from the pain.

You don’t have the wolf head tattoo on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What are you trying to

“Does that really matter?”

All that his body was telling him to do was to make love to the woman before

love you, Charlotte. I

restrained them with a hand and began stripping her clothes off with the

thrashed

very moment, a Rolls-Royce collided violently with the Lamborghini that she

Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte from his

the hard pavement and rolling into the bushes

pain immediately shot up her shoulders and

felt weak and gave way, slamming her back onto the

shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking,

at the person in front

the darkness of the night. Through his mysterious

It’s him! He’s here!

out

that moment, Charlotte was certain that the man she

carried her into an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” He was trying his

her tears. She put her arms around his neck and

he finally got himself out