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.

night four years ago as well as that time in the

how

were

was sure that

Zachary’s heated breath

eyes, she started to

ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast

melded

wiped the worries and

mind turn blank; all she could do was lean

reached her peak,

Zachary’s body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if was punishing

wrong

want an almighty and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she

that was his other identity, he figured it was pointless

Charlotte lay sprawled on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows to shine on her

turned

out of the bed

was only then that she realized the curtains were not drawn

no! Anyone who was outside

panic, she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself