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.

wolf head tattoo on your back!” Charlotte yelled. “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What are you trying

“Does that really matter?”

think straight. All that his body was telling him to do was to make love to

Charlotte. I want you. You’re mine…

them with a hand

thrashed against

Rolls-Royce collided violently with

that Chris fell over, freeing

the hard pavement and rolling

pain immediately shot up her shoulders

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

shoes suddenly appeared in her sight.

the

the night.

It’s him! He’s here!

“ She called out his

the man she had been waiting for

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

put her arms around his neck and cried, “I thought that I

finally got himself out of