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.

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

“Does that really matter?”

straight. All that his body was telling him to do was

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

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

Charlotte thrashed against

very moment, a Rolls-Royce collided violently with

so severe that Chris fell over,

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

immediately shot up her shoulders and

weak and gave way, slamming her back

shoes suddenly appeared in

closer look at the person in front of

of a man seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his mysterious mask,

It’s him! He’s here!

out his name

the man she had

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

really you!” Charlotte could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his neck and cried,

he finally got himself