Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Don’t be afraid. I’m fine,” Charlotte said as she patted Ellie’s back. “Let go of me for a bit. It seems like daddy is hurt.”

“Daddy!” The children remembered and ran over to him. “Are you all right, daddy?”

“Daddy, your arm is hurt!” Jamie exclaimed when he saw the severe burns on Zachary’s arms. He was pale with fright.

“Daddy, you need a doctor,” Robbie said as he put out the embers on Zachary’s clothes. “Your clothes are all scorched.”

“Daddy, does it hurt?” Ellie cried and covered her eyes.

Zachary paid no heed to the children. He stared at Charlotte the entire time with a mixture of rage, frustration but also love.

Charlotte scrambled over to him. “You fool!” she yelled as she pulled on his arm. “Why did you throw yourself into the fire like that?”

Before she finished her sentence, Zachary pulled into his embrace.

He was so forceful that he crashed Charlotte’s head against his chest.

“No matter what happens, you’re not allowed to come out on your own and place yourself in danger. Do you hear

Charlotte

came crashing down on you. Why won’t you ever remember that and cause me to

into his chest, her arms around his waist. “I should not have made

scared me to death, did you know

bit her on

she deserved the punishment. He bit down so hard it almost

lessons,” Zachary said as he pinched her cheek. “Remember

she gazed at his injuries. “Let’s go to the

placed the boys on his shoulders, and lifted Ellie in his arm. Holding Charlotte’s hand, they

have to carry us if you’re hurt. Put us down,

emitting from your shirt. My butt is burnt from sitting on

Daddy’s shirt?

I’m carrying you despite being hurt and all

that you