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.

here?” Charlotte glanced at the hotel entrance, then at

up!” Zachary got off the car

manager promptly came by to greet them, “Your room is ready. We

out of the car and made his

to go home!” She

replied with a cold

the presidential suite

 And once again, Zachary dumped her into

air as she sat back up, Charlotte wiped away the water on

he said emotionlessly as he left the

drooped down like a sad puppy as she stared blankly at the bathwater. Why is he treating me like this? Feeling upset, she

reason, she felt obliged to listen to everything

all, disregarding his words always turned out to be a bad decision. It’s not like he’ll hurt me anyway.

realized that the hotel room was in

seem

His deep voice sounded from

him sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, sipping on his

Is there a malfunction?” She asked,

thing she knew, she was bumping