Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Nicole felt her heart rate rise.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Panicked, she turned around to look at Evan. He was looking down at her intently.

“So, tell me, what’s the consequence of going on a date and drinking with another man?”

“Drinking… hold on a second.” Nicole finally wrapped her head around what was going on.

“Yes, do go on.”

“You… you shameless man! You spiked the wine?” She spluttered.

“Me? It’s not really my thing to play dirty tricks like that. In fact, there is no need for me to employ such tactics, don’t you agree?”

He ripped his mask off to reveal that elegant, charming face of his.

“Evan, you’re finally showing your face.”

Nicole gritted her teeth as she uttered those words. She could feel her body heat up as if she were in a sauna. Even her forehead was covered in sweat.

The touch of Evan’s fingers grazing her face felt cold but stimulating – something she desperately needed at that moment. His gaze was firm but gentle.

Nicole could think of was Evan’s

it

suppressed the

use in doing this to me. Sir, who are

didn’t you tell me that

are you just following me around, donning that scary mask of yours? Why are you avoiding my questions and brushing away my suspicions? Nicole’s hopes of a

fun, playing with my

then, guess I’ll play along with you.

in her eyes, Evan could tell how devastating the news of his death was

His heart throbbed.

her feelings for

her trying to get him to take off his mask, he could also understand where

himself at a loss

he was glad that he could finally show himself, his heart was

name softly, reaching out for

away, still trying

was her panting. Her face was flushed, and her pupils dilated. He could tell that she was suffering from the effects of the

to get that substance out of your system first. I’ll listen to

me alone!” Nicole was not

fault. I shouldn’t have let her drink

pulled her into his arms with