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.

she suddenly thought about the night four years ago

was how Gigolo looked

were exactly

that it must

thinking about other things.” Zachary’s heated breath

to immerse herself in

night of ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow of the entangled bodies by

breathing melded together to

worries and thoughts

turn blank; all

reached her peak, Charlotte

he frowned. He bit her lips as if was punishing her and did not allow

something wrong

and domineering corporate

that was his other identity, he figured it was pointless to be

dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through

turned around, and continued

out of the bed when

was only then that she realized the curtains were not drawn last

no! Anyone who was

grabbed the bathrobe on the