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.

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

“Does that really matter?”

his body was telling him to do was

you, Charlotte. I want you. You’re

wrists, he restrained them with a hand and began

Charlotte thrashed

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

so severe that Chris fell over, freeing

tripped, landing on the hard

shot up her shoulders

weak and gave way, slamming

suddenly appeared in

at the person in front of her,

in the darkness of the night. Through his mysterious mask, a pair of eyes burning with anger could be

It’s him! He’s here!

out his

certain that the man she had

her into an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t you

hold back her tears. She put her arms

mumbled as he finally got himself out of the car to