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.

your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are you pretending to

“Does that really matter?”

body was telling him

love you, Charlotte. I want

a hand and began stripping her clothes off with

thrashed against

collided

was so severe that Chris fell

tripped, landing on the hard pavement and

shot up

but her arms felt weak and gave way,

of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her

look at the person in front

a man seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his mysterious mask, a pair of eyes burning with anger could

It’s him! He’s here!

out his name by

was certain that the man

his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why

really you!” Charlotte could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms

mumbled as he finally got himself out of the