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

“Does that really matter?”

was telling him to

I want you. You’re

he restrained them with a hand

Charlotte thrashed

 At that very moment, a Rolls-Royce collided violently

was so severe that Chris fell over, freeing Charlotte

tripped, landing on the hard pavement and

stinging pain immediately shot up her shoulders and

to get up, but her arms felt weak

suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she instinctively

at the person in

sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his

It’s him! He’s here!

out his name by

the man she had been

down and carried her into an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” He was

could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his

himself out of