Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 117

Zachary carried Charlotte out from the back exit.

Chris was anxiously waiting on the car. When he saw them he immediately approached Zachary and apologized, “I’m so sorry man. I would have never known…”

Thump!

Zachary kicked him aside. “If you weren’t my aunt’s son, I would have crushed your throat by now!”

Chris face turned pale from the pain, but did not say anything about it. On the contrary, he apologized, “It was all my fault. Is she okay?”

Zachary paid him no heed and carried Charlotte into the Aston Martin.

At the moment, Charlotte had totally succumbed to the effects of the drug Yolanda gave her. She entangled herself on Zachary’s body and buried her face into his neck, indulging herself with the familiar smell.

“It’s you…” Charlotte murmured. She wrapped her hands around his neck and gave him an endearing kiss.

“Goddammit!” Zachary’s forehead creased. “So, you’ve been drugged.”

No wonder you just laid there like a fool without even resisting.

Charlotte continued to shift about in Zachary’s arms, like a ball of fire trying to light up his desire.

At the moment, Zachary had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding on to her. He had no choice but to let Charlotte have her way with his body as he suppressed his sexual urges. He needed to focus on driving.

However, as Charlotte got even more audacious, her movements were wilder than ever before.

Unable to calm himself down, Zachary drove the car into a forest near Southcastle Shore where he proceed to lay her on the seat. “You asked for it,” he rasped as he bit her earlobe.

He kissed her savagely, like how predators enjoyed their prey.

Charlotte was burning with passion and played along, making it even more irresistible for Zachary.