“Looks like we do know each other…” Charlotte got the answer from his gaze.
“I can’t believe you recognized me.” Zachary played along. “I thought you’ve forgotten about me!”
“What do you mean?” Charlotte gazed at him curiously.
“You were my first client!” Zachary brushed his sexy lips across her cheek and whispered, “Six years ago, you selected me in Sultry Night and spent the night in a hotel with me.”
“Six years ago?” Charlotte racked her brains, but it didn’t ring a bell. “I don’t remember doing such a thing.”
“You’re so forgetful.” Zachary bit her earlobes and tried to sound her out. “We did it seven times that night…”
Charlotte swivelled out of his touch.
The electrifying sensation from his touch made Charlotte’s body tense up.
“Do you want to do it tonight, too?”
Zachary’s fingers brushed across her nape gently.
Instead of replying to him, Charlotte spun the steering wheel without warning.
The sudden change in direction caused Zachary’s body to nearly hit the car window. Luckily, he propped his arm up in time.
Frowning, anger flooded his veins instantly. Back then, he used to do the same thing to her. Right now, she was letting him get a taste of his own medicine.
Is she subconsciously trying to get back at me?
“Scared?” Charlotte raised her brow. “If you are, stay put.”
Zachary was rendered speechless.
History was repeating itself, but their roles were reversed.
Charlotte smirked and entered the expressway.
“Where are we going?” Zachary found the direction familiar.
“Somewhere nice.”
Charlotte sped toward Rokan Hill.
It was a familiar route, so Zachary knew where they were heading soon. Is she bringing me home? He wondered.
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