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

up!” Zachary got

to greet them, “Your room is ready. We have also made preparations

the car and made his way toward the

go home!” She

simply replied with

presidential suite

Zachary

back up, Charlotte wiped away the water on her

emotionlessly

stared blankly at the bathwater. Why is he treating

obliged to listen to everything

a bad decision. It’s not like he’ll

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

seem to work. Feeling scared, she called out

voice sounded from the

turned around to face him, she found him sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, sipping

lights? Is there a malfunction?” She asked, making her way toward

next thing she knew, she was bumping straight into