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 as well as

how Gigolo looked

eyes were exactly the

was sure that it

things.” Zachary’s heated breath crept

started to immerse herself in

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

melded together

wiped the worries and thoughts away from Charlotte’s

and mania made her mind turn blank; all she

her peak, Charlotte subconsciously murmured,

lips as if was punishing her

something wrong with this

and domineering corporate

figured it

started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows

her eyes, turned around, and

of rest, she finally crawled out of the

then that she realized the curtains were not drawn

was outside would

her panic, she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself up before drawing