Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Oh god, you’re going to kill him at this rate!” A sudden realization struck Charlotte, and she began pulling on Zachary’s arm. “Let him go!”

Chris’s eyes had already rolled back, and his hands were drooping down like two lifeless sticks.

At last, Zachary came to his senses and loosened the grip on his right hand.

Chris immediately fell to the ground, half paralyzed with fear.

Sighing, Zachary carried Charlotte into his car and took off.As they left the scene, Ben appeared with his subordinates. As they cleaned the place up, he said, “Send Mr. Broid to the hospital.”

“Yes sir.”

…

In the car, Zachary covered his jacket over Charlotte to keep her warm. His brows were still furrowed, and the fury in his eyes were not entirely gone.

Charlotte’s dress was torn in pieces – half of her chest was exposed, and so were her thighs. She was in a complete mess, but there was a striking sexual appeal to it.

Biting her lower lip, Charlotte was looking down, all quiet. All that she felt at that moment was shame.

How could I not have recognized that he’s a different person? Am I blind?

Their car came to a halt at the Storm Hotel.

at the hotel entrance, then at Zachary, feeling a little panicked. “Don’t

Zachary got off the

“Your room is ready. We have

the car and made his

go home!”

replied with a

for them was the presidential suite they had stayed

once again, Zachary dumped her

up, Charlotte wiped

said emotionlessly as he left the

she stared blankly at the bathwater.

obliged to listen to everything he

out to be a bad decision. It’s not like he’ll hurt me anyway.

the bathroom after the shower, she realized that the hotel room was in complete darkness. The only hue of light was

seem to work. Feeling scared, she called out in a shaky voice, “Gigolo…

here.” His deep voice sounded from the

she found him sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, sipping on

to the lights? Is there a malfunction?” She asked, making

thing she knew, she was bumping straight