Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“There are more to come,” Zachary tempted with a grin. “After you leave this place today, you won’t think that woman’s any good anymore.”

“You mean Charlotte?” When Charlotte’s face appeared in Louis’ mind, he suddenly felt as if he was making a mistake by coming here. “I still think she’s great. If she finds out I’ve been here, I’m sure she’ll be upset. Forget it. I’m going back.”

Louis’ eyes widened instantly as his gaze trailed from her collarbone and downward. When he saw her bosoms, his eyes widened further, and blood began streaming down his nose.

“Pft!” The young woman giggled as she covered her mouth. “Oh my, maybe some wine will freeze that nosebleed of yours.”

With that said, the young woman then motioned for the other women to lead Louis into Zachary’s private room.

“Sir Louis reminds me of the first time I was here at Sultry Night,” Ben sighed. “Like him, I was so shy and uncomfortable. But later on, you doomed me.”

Glaring at Zachary gloomily, he complained, “Now I’m completely unfazed by everything.”

“Isn’t that good? You’ve developed an immunity to it.” Zachary grinned. “Although you frequent this place, you’re still a virgin. That must be tough.”

can you—”

grin widened before he walked

inquired, “Ben,

of everything you learn, why are

he watched Ben entered the room. When two girls dressed in bunny outfits came close to the latter, he skillfully maneuvered

the sight of that, Marino found

was his role

principled and

room was a sight

hostesses—from bunny girls to

Louis had already lost himself to this paradise. As a group of gorgeous women surrounded

prisoner caught in between his desires and morals. His fingers sunk into the leather couch as he struggled with all his might in his

me down. Get down from me— Hey, don’t unbuckle my belt! Stop touching my thigh! Ah! Don’t sit on me! Zachary,

local language, and he was struggling