Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte widened her eyes in shock as she remained frozen in place, afraid that the woman outside would hear the movements in her room.

Outside of the room, Sharon was knocking on the door while calling out to Zachary, “Zachary, I need to talk to you…”

At that moment, the man she was looking for was hugging Charlotte from behind, his hands reaching into her clothes and caressing her chest gently.

Charlotte covered her mouth and dared not make any sound.

“Zachary…” Sharon was still knocking on the door.

However, Zachary simply ignored Sharon and landed kisses on Charlotte’s shoulders and neck.

The electrifying sensation from the touch of his lips against her skin made Charlotte’s body tense up while her heart pounded like crazy.

Soon, Raina came to their rescue. “Ms. Blackwood, Mr. Nacht is exhausted, so he should be bathing in the washroom now. Why don’t you look for him tomorrow?”

Sharon was obviously reluctant to return to her room without having a talk with Zachary, but she didn’t wish to disturb the latter. “Alright. Goodnight, Dr. Langhan.”

“Goodnight,” said Raina.

both Raina and Sharon left the corridor, the lights were turned

finally able to take a breather and chided the man who

sentence, Zachary sealed her lips with

mistakes and didn’t hold her body like before. Instead, he let her remain lying on her side and

Charlotte wanted to push him away, but he moved closer to her and nibbled at her earlobe. “Don’t move. It’s your

move, not only because she was afraid of the pain but also because she was scared that others might

only close her eyes and

desire was burning inside of him, making him want her more and more each time

getting used to her company. Without Charlotte sleeping by his side, he found it hard to fall asleep, and even if he

when meeting her at the golf course today after not seeing her

it in Ashenville Garden, it wasn’t enough to quench his

dress she wore tonight at the banquet attracted many stares from

And he was displeased.

body to remind her that she belonged to him. You’re mine.

the French windows, the branches swayed along with the breeze, just like the couple reveling in pleasure on the

steamy

resist Zachary’s fiery passion, so she let him

that night though. No matter how much he longed for her, he tried his