Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary narrowed his eyes at Charlotte’s wrist.

“Aren’t you going to let her go?” Ben bellowed at the guy, “Are you tired of having your hands attached to your body?”

The man hurriedly let go of Charlotte and retracted a few steps and slumped to the sofa behind. He asked in an apprehensive manner, “Who- who are you guys?”

The other men at the sofa were scared to their wits and dared not make a sound.

“Make him lose the hand that was gripping her wrist just now!”

Zachary barked the orders before turning around to leave.

Stumped, Charlotte froze on the ground, widening her eyes in disbelief at the turn of events. Before she could even figure out what just transpired, the sounds of the man wailing in pain filled the private room.

As she traced the sounds of the man screaming in pain, she was greeted by the sight of Ben stepping the man’s hands against the wall. The crisp sounds of the man’s bones cracking rang in her ears.

The man’s face grimaced with the excruciating pain. He tried hard to struggle himself free but to no avail.

The other people in the private room paled at the sight as they retreated themselves to a corner, not daring to utter even a single word.

The hostesses had never seen anything like it and shuddered in fear as they covered their eyes.

“You have a death wish!” Ben scowled at the man and retracted his foot.

floor and fainted

on the ground. Moments passed and she still could not

for? Come

that the tacky woman standing before him was

out of

trepidation washed over her as they made their way over to Zachary’s private room. Has he recognized me?

his

entrance as she

please,” Ben gestured for her to

making her way to the center, and looked

her as he silently sipped on

put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted

went over to

other hand, was

was done. She

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at her with his

opened another bottle of red

had not once averted his gaze from her

he demanded her to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to identify her by

the wound on the back of her hand had actually healed and did not leave any scar

scar on her palms from being scalded by the cigar was still

to check, her palm was actually concealed

was done decanting, Charlotte poured a half a glass for

steps back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head low, waiting for his

lifted her head and looked