Oliver Adair. Beautiful on the outside. Damaged on the inside. One bad decision followed by the next leaves him broke and out of options. When propositioned to sell his body he enters into a parallel world of sex for hire. Oliver embarks on a journey that will force him to confront his demons, answer for the sins of the past, and become a man.
Oliver looks at his past as he tries to make sense of the present whilst planning for the future.
My sales are excellent and I am consistently at the top of the charts on Amazon.
I sit at the breakfast table in the China room with cold coffee and the newspaper in front of me. Gita respects the silence. There is nothing she can say that I want to hear and we both know this. For the moment I just want quiet while the shit-storm of my life builds to hurricane strength beyond the walls of my sanctuary.
The newspaper paints of me the portrait of a victim. I’m not entirely certain this is good or bad. I’m going to go with good. Pathetic is better than an asshole. I’m no longer a source of amusement, but rather pity. I’m not certain being pitied is any good either.
I have become pitiable. A sad fucking sack that generates revenues for the newspapers. I’m the new poster boy schadenfreude. The jackass everyone can be happy they’re not. My misery is their confirmation that someone in the world has it worse off than they do.
My phone rings yet again. I should turn off the thing or even turn off the ringer, but I like self-flagellation so I let the ring whip me. I must like it. I keep putting myself in a position to get my ass kicked. There has to be a reason.
I check the display.
Unknown caller.
I set it back on the table unanswered.
Gita picks it up. She’s my doctor, surrogate sister, best friend, and now personal assistant.
She answers the phone.
Spice of India. She speaks in a singsongy voice. Is this for delivery or take-out?
I smile. The last time she answered the phone it was for Bombay Palace. The time before that Taj Mahal Take Out. This is our joke. No one else is allowed to participate.
No. This is Spice of India. Yes. Spice of India. For certain. Spice of India. Would you like to order? Very good sir. Not a problem at all sir. Goodbye sir.
The phone goes back on the table.
