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.

have the wolf head tattoo on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are

“Does that really matter?”

body was telling him to do was to make love to the woman

I

both of her wrists, he restrained them with a hand and began

Charlotte thrashed against

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

that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte

landing on the hard pavement and rolling

pain immediately shot up her

her arms felt weak

shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she

closer look at the person in front of her, her

night. Through his mysterious

It’s him! He’s here!

called out his name by

that the man she had

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

put her arms around his neck and cried, “I thought

“ Chris mumbled as he finally got himself out of the car to go after