Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1

It’s hot. Why does it feel like I’m burning up?

Charlotte Windt felt like she had been aimlessly walking in the desert for a very long time. All she wanted was to quench her thirst.

A man’s icy lips covered hers as he devoured her, giving her temporary respite from the heat. She reached out and flung her arms around his neck, sucking his lips greedily.

Loud moans and pants soon resounded around the room. Their shadows on the wall opposite overlapped with a burning passion.

As the light was dim, Charlotte couldn’t see the man’s face clearly. The only thing that occurred to her was how beastly he was in bed. He savagely took her until dawn.

When dawn broke, he left.

Charlotte opened her eyes in a daze. She saw a blurry image of a man’s back and the vicious wolf head tattoo on the small of his back.

It was a tattoo of a howling wolf with its jaw wide opened, like it was going to devour its prey anytime.

She felt her heart racing in fear at the sight of that tattoo.

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Charlotte had a dream. In it, she had turned into a vine that was entwined around a colossal tree, unable to break free.

When she regained consciousness, her body was aching terribly.

Charlotte sat up in bed with one hand on her head, trying to soothe her splitting headache. She saw the mess on the bed and a torn men’s shirt on the ground. Freezing in shock, she racked her brains trying to remember last night’s events.

At her engagement party, her fiancé had betrayed her. She was on the verge of breaking down when her cousin, Luna White, brought her to Sultry Night to drink her sorrows away.

Utterly wasted, she announced she wanted to take revenge on her fiancé. Luna immediately arranged a male escort for her.

As last night’s events hit her, Charlotte clutched her chest in shock.Oh God!I lost my virginity to a stranger!

She grabbed her hair in frustration.

After a long time, she finally snapped out of her trance and hurriedly put on her clothes. When she rushed out of the hotel, a bunch of reporters clamored around her.

Accompanied by the blinding camera flashes were the reporters’ harsh questions.

“Ms. Windt, is it true you spent the night with a male escort from Sultry Night because the Sterlings called off the engagement?”