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 that time in the car by the

then, this was how Gigolo looked at her,

eyes were exactly

that

thinking about other things.” Zachary’s heated breath

started to

ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast

bodily warmth and heavy breathing melded together to

wiped the worries and thoughts away

blank; all she

her peak, Charlotte

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

must be something wrong

doesn’t want an almighty and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she

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

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

turned

out of the bed

realized the curtains were

who was

bathrobe on the floor to cover herself