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.

think

in her wine, it

give in. She suppressed the urge

to me. There’s no use in doing this to me.

you tell me that you are still

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

be fun, playing

I’ll play along with

sorrow in her eyes, Evan could tell how devastating the

His heart throbbed.

too well that her feelings for him were genuine and

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

he found himself at a

he was glad that he could finally

he whispered her name softly, reaching out for an

away, still trying to avoid

Her face was flushed, and her pupils dilated.

need to find a way to get that substance out of

alone!” Nicole was

it! It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let her drink it, knowing

pulled her into