Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I was just hanging out in the garden for a little while…” Diana replied in a soft voice.

“You know, Diana, we should all know our social status and where we stand in relation to one other.” Sherlyn hinted at her. “What is yours will be yours. Whatever that isn’t meant to be yours… Well, just forget about it.”

“Yes, I understand.” Diana lowered her head humbly. He’s already mine.

“It’s good that you understand. Now, do my makeup quickly. I’m going to see Louis soon.”

Sherlyn assumed that Diana had accepted her fate and smiled triumphantly to herself.

Charlotte woke up in a confused state. Her head felt heavy, and her body was aching everywhere. Trying to ease the discomfort, she rubbed her temples and turned to her side. The bed felt more sunken in for some reason as if someone was lying next to her.

Her sleepy eyes suddenly shot wide open in surprise. There really is someone in bed with me! I thought I was dreaming!

Blinking her eyes hard in disbelief, she took a second look. Someone is really lying beside me!

“Ah!” Charlotte screamed in horror and quickly sat up. That was when she realized that she was completely naked. At that realization, she hastened to pull the duvet to cover her bare chest and tried hard to recall what had happened the previous night.

shout. He turned around and was also stunned to find himself lying next to her. Lifting the duvet, he glanced down at his naked body and recalled last

an instant, a grin lit up his face as

outstretched arms, shaking her head in a panic. “There must be some

mistake?” he asked anxiously. “We were clearly making love last night! You were holding onto

can’t be true!” Charlotte interrupted

I wasn’t very gentle

a knock sounded at the door. Sherlyn called out from the other side, “Charlotte, are you awake? Let’s take the children out for horse

more when

nowhere to be seen. In a hurry, she tried

you going to take a shower? I’ll grab a towel for you…” Louis offered when he saw

late as Sherlyn spoke again. “Huh, why do I

the door again. “Louis, are you in

“Mom, I—”

was about

and

she saw the mess in front