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 as well as that time in

this was how Gigolo

were exactly

that

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

her eyes, she started to

ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow

melded together to form a beautiful

and thoughts away from Charlotte’s

intensity and mania made her mind turn blank; all she

peak, Charlotte

over Zachary’s body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if was punishing her and did not

something wrong with this woman’s

an almighty and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she

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

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

rubbed her eyes, turned around,

finally crawled out of the

realized the

Anyone who was outside would have

bathrobe on the