Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Do you like it?”

Charlotte kissed his ear as she started pulling his shirt.

Why is he wearing a f*cking robe? His back is completely covered, and I can’t take it off easily!

“I do…”

Zachary turned around to cup her face as he passionately kissed her. He then pinned her on the bed.

“Mm…” Charlotte twisted her body uneasily as her weak hands tried to remove his clothes. She wanted to peek at his back, but no matter what she did, she could not take off that robe on him.

How annoying!

“I’ll do it myself.”

With that said, Zachary took off his bathrobe and threw it aside before his body pressed on hers again.

Just as Charlotte was craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his back, he turned off the lights.

“Why did you turn off the lights?” Charlotte exclaimed.

“We can be more immersed in the moment when it’s dark.” Zachary bit her ears and locked his fingers with hers. “Look at me.”

Her head subconsciously turned upon hearing his words. In the dark, he was a ferocious beast with glowing eyes and overwhelming lust.

the night four years ago as well as

was how Gigolo

eyes were exactly the

sure that it must

Zachary’s heated breath crept into her heart.

started to immerse

was a night of ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast a

breathing melded

the worries and thoughts away from Charlotte’s

mania made her mind turn blank; all she could do was lean on

reached her peak, Charlotte

body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if was

wrong with this

want an almighty and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she longs for a

was his other identity, he figured it was pointless

only started moving

rubbed her eyes, turned

of rest, she finally crawled out of the bed when the sunlight became

realized the curtains were not drawn last

who was outside would have

her panic, she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the