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.

man slumped to the floor and fainted from the agonizing

was stumped and froze on the ground. Moments passed and she still could not regain her

Come right this way!” Ben

was still not certain that the tacky woman standing

forced herself to snap out of

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

enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm and composed, his

as she did not dare to enter

way, please,” Ben gestured

making her way to the center, and looked apprehensively

Zachary paid no heed to her as he

the drink in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in

relented and went over to the back and

the other hand,

done,” Charlotte said in a small voice after she was done. She had

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at her with his

down and opened another bottle of red wine to

once averted

well aware of the reasons that he demanded her to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to

glad that the wound on the back

palms from being scalded by the cigar was still

hand to check, her

decanting, Charlotte poured a half a glass

few steps back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept

once lifted her head and looked him in