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.

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

“Does that really matter?”

could not even think straight. All that his body was telling him to do was to make love to the

I want you. You’re mine…

a hand and

Charlotte thrashed

a Rolls-Royce collided violently with the

impact was so severe that Chris fell over, freeing

open the car door, Charlotte tripped, landing on the hard pavement and rolling into the bushes

pain immediately shot

but her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming

leather shoes suddenly appeared

closer look at the person in front of

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

It’s him! He’s here!

“ She called out

that the man

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

really you!” Charlotte could no longer hold back her tears. She put her

as he finally got himself out of the car to go