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

Charlotte nodded

be here to help you even if the heavens came crashing down on you. Why won’t you ever remember that and cause

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

scared me to death, did you

her on

Charlotte screamed in pain but she knew she deserved the punishment. He

make good lessons,” Zachary said as he pinched her

she gazed at

placed the boys on his shoulders, and lifted Ellie

hurt. Put us down, we can walk

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

there embers still on Daddy’s

carrying you despite being hurt and all you

you might