Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
Boy meets billionaire. Billionaire offers boy short-term prearranged s*x contract. Boy runs away from billionaire. Billionaire comes after boy. Boy and billionaire get back together. Billionaire sends boy to America on account of boy’s best friend having been in horrendous car accident. Boy comes home again. Billionaire freaks out because of abusive history he never f*****g told boy about. Boy blows it with billionaire.
Boy gets on with life.
And you know something? Boy’s life wasn’t too bad.
I’d moved in with Matthew’s sister, Jessi—into what I’d thought was going to be a converted warehouse for Spratt’s Patent pet foods but turned out to be just a warehouse she blatantly had no intention of converting into anything.
Looking back, I wasn’t su
