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.

Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What are you

“Does that really matter?”

could not even think straight. All that his body was telling him to

love you, Charlotte. I want you. You’re mine…

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

Charlotte thrashed

very moment, a Rolls-Royce collided

impact was so severe that Chris fell over,

the hard pavement and rolling into the bushes as she got

stinging pain immediately shot up her shoulders and

get up, but her arms felt weak and gave way,

of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her sight.

taking a closer look at the person in front of her,

the night.

It’s him! He’s here!

She called out his name

was certain that the man she had been waiting

her ear, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” He was trying

no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his neck and cried, “I thought

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