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?

“Does that really matter?”

body was telling him to do was to make love

Charlotte. I want you.

restrained them with a hand and

Charlotte thrashed

moment, a Rolls-Royce collided violently with

severe that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte from his

open the car door, Charlotte tripped, landing on the hard pavement

stinging pain immediately shot up her shoulders and

felt weak and gave way,

black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking,

at the person

the night. Through his mysterious mask, a pair of eyes

It’s him! He’s here!

“ She called out his

that moment, Charlotte was certain that the man she had been waiting for

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

put her arms around his

himself out of the