Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

By the time she returned to the Nachts’ residence, the sun had set. As night approached, it looked as though a black veil had blanketed across the sky, making it look mysterious and distant.

Coming down from the car, Charlotte was distracted. Various questions were running amok in her mind, waiting for the answers that could settle them down.

“Ms. Windt,” greeted the surrounding guards and maids.

For a moment, Charlotte felt as if she was the lady of the house.

She shook her head, trying to shake the thought off her mind. “Where’s Mr. Nacht?” she asked.

“Mr. Nacht is at the pool. I’ll lead you there,” a maid replied. 

“All right. Thank you.”

Charlotte followed the maid across the garden to the pool. From afar, she could see a large blue lamp shining at the pool.

The light made the surface of the pool shimmer, and she could see a figure swimming in it.

Under the light, his slender figure seemed nimble. Looking at him, she could feel that familiar enigmatic sense exuding off him.

Charlotte jogged toward him. She wanted to use the opportunity to find out whether he had the tattoo on his lower back.

the land, she could see a patch of dark green

her throat as she jogged to the other end of

wanted to get closer to him for a better

swam to

her running after

face,

was as though he was looking

intentionally?” Charlotte huffed as

into the water again and

in and out of his

Charlotte whirled around to leave, but her footsteps

I don’t find out about his identity today, I’m not sure

have the time nor sense to find

here, so he

the pool were ivory lounge chairs and tables. On the table was a bottle of red wine, a bucket of ice, and some

an ice cube out from the bucket and

him, and Zachary jolted a little before he

Like the previous ice cube, this one landed beside Zachary

seconds, Zachary popped out of the water and

of ice

cubes landed on Zachary’s back,