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.

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

“Does that really matter?”

All that his body was telling him to do

Charlotte. I

a hand and began

Charlotte thrashed against

collided violently with the Lamborghini that she

Chris fell

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

pain immediately shot up her shoulders

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

leather shoes suddenly appeared in

look at the person in front of

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

It’s him! He’s here!

“ She called out his name by

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

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

mumbled as he finally got himself out of