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.

that Nicole could think

drug was in her wine, it was strong and

give in. She suppressed the urge to embrace Evan, brushing

is already dead to me. There’s no use in

you tell me that you

are you avoiding my questions and brushing away my suspicions? Nicole’s hopes of a happy

be fun, playing with my

with you.

could tell how devastating the news of his death

His heart throbbed.

her feelings

as for her date with Levant, or her trying to get him to take off his mask, he could also understand

he found himself at a loss for

he could finally show himself, his

name softly, reaching out for an

still

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

of your system first. I’ll listen

alone!” Nicole was

let her drink it, knowing that Zackery

her into