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.

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

Charlotte

here to help you even if the heavens came crashing down on you. Why won’t

around his waist. “I should not have made you worry

to death, did

bit her on the shoulder

that hurts!” Charlotte screamed in pain but she knew she

said as he pinched her cheek. “Remember

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

his shoulders, and lifted

us if you’re hurt. Put us down, we

from your shirt. My butt is

Daddy’s shirt?

I’m carrying you despite being hurt

you might be