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.
After an absence from the job, Oliver is back to work and determined the have a perfect day.
My sales are consistantly high and I have been at the top of the Amazon charts. I have had a book featured in an article on USA Today.
There is something so marvelously ordinary about returning to work after a prolonged absence. It doesn’t matter the job. The return to the routine of it makes the world feel normal again.
On my first day back after healing from my beating courtesy of my lovely fiancée Parvati's boyfriend, my alarm rings at six sharp. I bounce from my bed like the chipper, dancing, singing little morning bird I am. My black haired darling Olga growls slightly as she creeps deeper under the duvet. She leaves just a triangle of shoulder exposed. The perfect size for a kiss.
I run. I do a circuit of weights. I’m back to full strength. I feel alive and it's good.
Olga pulls me into bed. I get a kiss as she curls around me. We’ve figured it out. That isn’t to say we don’t still have our moments, but I believe we’ve sorted through the big stuff.
She rolls me on my back. The full length of her covers me. It’s only now that I know the effort it takes to make her skin so perfectly smooth and consistently creamy that I truly appreciate how perfect it is. The amount of time she spends grooming is a full time job in and of itself. One that I would happily pay her to do if only I could.
There is nibbling, nuzzling, and a few small bites.
I don’t feel like making an effort and I don’t have to. Olga is good to me.
Her hands smooth out the planes of my stomach as they roam to my shoulders. The sore bits which were covered in bruises are now healed. She’s taken good care of me when I was hurt. What more could I want?
I would like to bypass marriage to Parvati, but I want the financial security that arrangement will bring me. No matter how much I love Olga, I will never let myself be under her father’s thumb. I won’t. Nothing is worth being owned by that man. Not even Olga.
