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

this was how Gigolo

eyes were

that it must be

things.” Zachary’s heated

to immerse herself in his

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

breathing melded

wiped the worries and thoughts away

intensity and mania made her mind turn blank; all she could do was lean

peak, Charlotte

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

wrong with this

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

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

dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows

turned around, and continued

crawled out of the bed when

she realized the curtains were not

who was outside would

she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself up before