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

in her wine, it was strong

Nicole did not want to give in. She suppressed

no use in doing this to

you tell me

avoiding my questions and brushing away my suspicions? Nicole’s hopes of a happy reunion with him had been crushed again and again, leaving her with nothing but disappointment

fun,

along with you. I’ll play your little game

could tell how devastating the news of his death was to

His heart throbbed.

her feelings for

with Levant, or her trying to get him to take off his mask, he could also understand where she

so, he found himself at a loss for

could finally show himself, his heart

softly, reaching out

looked away, still trying to avoid

face was flushed, and her pupils dilated. He could tell

to get that substance out of your system first. I’ll listen to everything you say after

Nicole was not

 Damn it! It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let her

her into