Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Spencer was looking through the ajar door and saw Cynthia lying on the bed, while Zachary leaned closer. Then she hugged him and they kissed

Ahem. Someone coughed, and Spencer scurried away, though not without casting a death glare at Ben. Ben only shrugged, and he went to close the door.

Their lips were about to touch, but Zachary instinctively pushed her away. He could pretend to be in a relationship with Cynthia, provided there was no direct contact with her, as he would be repulsed by any kind of skin contact.

Cynthia gesticulated, ‘I didn’t mean it. Someone was peeping on us, so I—’

“I know,” Zachary interrupted. “It was Spencer.”

Shocked, Cynthia bit her lip and nodded.

“Thank you.” Zachary left the bed. “Sleep tight.”

Ben was waiting for him outside. “Mr. Spencer has gone back to his room,” he reported once Zachary came out.

to the study. Ben poured a glass of wine for him. “You’re pretending to be in a relationship with Ms. Cynthia so Mr. Henry will leave you alone,

too?” Zachary arched

long time now, so that much is obvious for me.” Ben smiled. “The same thing goes

I’d try to date her, but if I don’t go a mile

go to the extremes if you want Mr. Henry to

I have to be aggressive?” Zachary barked,

apologies, Sir.”

to turn to extreme measures to make him leave. But I don’t really

“Good idea.” Zachary squinted.

don’t bump into you guys when you’re going at it,” Ben suggested. “Especially Robbie. He’s really sensitive, and it’s going to hurt your relationship with him if he sees you getting intimate with Ms. Cynthia. That’s probably why he ran

frowned and nodded. “That’s

what will you

be surveying Ashenville Garden for the next couple of days. Ask Cynthia whether she would like to come with me tomorrow morning.” Zachary wanted to ‘get closer’ with

Ben said. “But Mr.