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.

years ago

then, this was how Gigolo looked at

eyes were

was sure that

about other things.” Zachary’s heated breath crept into her heart.

she started to immerse herself

the window and cast a shadow of the

breathing melded together

worries and thoughts away from

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

reached her peak, Charlotte

as

must be something wrong with this woman’s

corporate leader. Instead,

as that was his other identity, he figured it was

morning, Charlotte lay sprawled on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through

eyes, turned around,

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

only then that she realized the curtains were not drawn

was

the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself up before