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 you pretending to be him?

“Does that really matter?”

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

Charlotte. I want you.

restrained them with a hand and began stripping

Charlotte thrashed against

collided violently with the Lamborghini that she was

severe that Chris fell

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

shot up

felt weak and gave way, slamming her back onto

leather shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she

after taking a closer look at the person in

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

It’s him! He’s here!

called out his name by

moment, Charlotte was certain that the man she had been waiting for had

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

Charlotte could no longer hold back her tears. She put her

he finally got himself out of the car to