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.

the night four years ago

then, this was how Gigolo looked at

were exactly

that

Zachary’s heated

her eyes, she started to immerse

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

bodily warmth and heavy breathing melded together

wiped the worries and thoughts away from

mania made her mind turn blank; all

peak, Charlotte subconsciously murmured,

as if was punishing her and did

must be something wrong with this

want an almighty and domineering corporate leader. Instead, she longs for

he figured it was

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

rubbed her eyes, turned around,

she finally crawled out of the

then that she realized the curtains

who was outside would

panic, she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the