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

this was how Gigolo

were exactly the

that it must be

Zachary’s heated breath

started to immerse

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

and heavy breathing melded

worries and thoughts

made her mind turn blank; all she

peak,

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

be something wrong with this

an almighty and domineering corporate leader.

other identity, he figured it was pointless to be jealous

on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows to shine

turned around,

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

that she realized

who was outside

on the floor to cover herself up before drawing