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.

that very second, she suddenly thought about the night four years ago as well as that time in the car by

how Gigolo looked at her,

were exactly the

that it must be

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

eyes, she started to

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

melded

wiped the worries and thoughts away from Charlotte’s

her mind turn blank; all she could do was lean

she reached her peak,

as if was punishing her and did not allow her to say

must be something wrong

and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she longs for a

figured it was pointless to

sprawled on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight

turned around, and continued

bout of rest, she finally crawled out of the bed when the

that she realized the curtains

who was

hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover