Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

With panic welling up in her eyes, Charlotte trembled, but she denied, “As if. You’re reading into it too much.”

“Is that so?” He pulled her face closer to himself. “Then let’s do that paternity test.”

“Have you gone mad, you b*stard?” she cursed. “Get your hands off my children!”

“Looks like you have forgotten about your vow.” He sneered. “You never seem to learn no matter how many times I punish you, so it must be done every day.”

Zachary took off the janitor attire Charlotte was wearing, revealing her petite, naked body. It was as seductive as the bud of a flower, poising to blossom at a moment’s notice. “What are you trying to do?” Charlotte started panicking. She was about to resist when Zachary pinned her against the wall again.

“You’d better not pull anything funny, Zachary. Someone could come in any minute.” She was shivering from what he was about to do to her. “Please, don’t,” she begged.

“You started it.” He took off her pants and tried to shove it in from behind.

“No…” Charlotte was going to cry.

myself. Thanks, Mr. Spencer.”

I’ll be waiting outside then,” Spencer

fearing that she might let any sound out. In the meantime, Zachary stopped moving too. He frowned and waited for Robbie to leave, but instead of going

Zachary, begging him to let her go. At that moment, Zachary looked furious, but since he was left with no

Mr. Robbie?” Spencer

Robbie went into the men’s. He was young, but he knew his mother came in disguise

of relief when she heard the

“Dammit.” Zachary frowned.

the time her kids went missing. Thus, she begged, “Come at me if you want

arms. “You sullied my clothes, so

him. Sh*t, his clothes are stained by the juice. ”I can’t do that.” She looked at him fearfully. “Why don’t you change clothes? I’ll wash the one

of clothes for me then?”