Chapter 3

Olivia's POV 

Juliet has been following me around the house ever since I told her my plans, she hadn't even taken off her work clothes and had been giving me a lecture for the past two hours.

“What the hell is your problem, Olivia? What has gotten into you!”

“Can you calm down Juliet?”

“Signing up on an exclusive hookup site? Are you insane?” She started pacing. “Even regular dating apps are risky. They're a lot of catfishs, stalkers, creeps, name it! This is a whole other level! No number, no face, no real name just ‘Mr. T’ and a blindfold? What if he’s an assassin? What if he’s part of some trafficking ring? Aren’t you watching the news? Crimes are skyrocketing!”

Juliet…”

“No! You’re not thinking straight. You just got out of the hospital, you're going through a divorce, your entire life is in pieces and your solution is to let a stranger pay to fuck you?”

“Enough!” I shot to my feet, voice cracking the air. “Your tantrums are going to run me mad! I’m not a child, Juliet. I’m twenty-five. A full-grown woman. I know what I’m doing.”

She stared at me like I’d grown horns.

“It might sound stupid to you,” I went on, “but it’s the only way out. One million dollars for one night. I get to have fun, get revenge on my body image, and walk away with enough money to disappear forever. Let me ask you something…when was the last time you had sex?”

She blinked. “A few days ago. What has that got to do with the conversation we are having right now?”

I laughed bitterly. “I haven’t had real sex in over eight months. Except three weeks ago when Liam came home drunk. He wouldn’t even look at me. Just climbed on, finished in two minutes, rolled off, and told me not to move because my rolls made him sick. I don’t even know what good sex feels like.”

My voice broke on the last word.

“I want to feel wanted. I want wild, dirty, no-holds-barred sex. I want to fuck all this anger out of my system. Yes, I’m doing it for the money too. It’s risky. Life is a fucking risk anyway.”

I grabbed my bag, stormed past her, and slammed the door so hard the frame rattled.

By evening I stood in the lobby of The Shard’s seven-star hotel, heart hammering against my ribs.

A text had come through from the app that morning:

Penthouse Suite 4701. Mr. T. Arrive at 9:00 PM sharp. Blindfold provided inside.

I gave the receptionist the code word from the app. She smiled professionally, handed me a key card, and directed me to the private elevator.

The ride up felt endless.

When the doors opened, I stepped into a marble hallway that led to double doors. My hand shook as I swiped the card.

What if Juliet was right?

What if there were three men inside? What if they overpowered me? 150 kg or not, I wasn’t that strong to fight off multiple people at once.

I reached into my purse. Juliet, despite the fight, had shoved a small self-defense kit inside before I left: pepper spray, a personal alarm, a tiny stun gun. 

I touched the cold metal and took a deep breath.

I knocked and a deep voice answered from inside. “Come in.”

I pushed the door open.

The suite was massive with floor-to-ceiling windows and there he was.

A man stood with his back to me, completely naked.

“Introduce yourself,” he said without turning.

I swallowed. “I’m… Venus.” My app code name.

He nodded once. “Good. Strip everything off. There’s a blindfold on the bed, put it on.”

My fingers trembled as I peeled off my coat, my dress, my bra, my panties. 

Every inch of my kg body felt exposed, I picked up the black silk blindfold and tied it over my eyes.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

The next thing I expected was for him to express disgust at my body and chase me out of the room but instead.

“Just look at those folds… exactly how I like it.”

My breath caught.

Is this a joke? Men actually liked this? Liked rolls?

Before I could process it, strong hands gripped my ass possessively. He pulled me back against his hard body and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Fuck,” he growled against my skin. “You’re so soft.”

I didn’t know if it was the baritone that vibrated through me, or the expensive cologne that smelled or the fact that I’d been sexually starved for years but I was already soaked and dripping down my thighs.

He kissed me.

It wasn't gentle, his tongue claimed every corner of my mouth like he'd been starving for me.

Then without warning, he lifted me and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

It's a lie!

Did this man just pick up 150 kg like I weighed nothing?

Liam’s voice echoed in my head: “You weigh more than a house. I can’t even lift you.”

But this stranger carried me effortlessly to the bed, laid me down like I was precious, and spread my thighs with firm hands.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with want. “Let me see all of you.”

I froze with my legs spread, blindfold tight, heart slamming so loud I was sure he could hear it.

As weird as it sounds, Liam had never once looked at me down there. 

He’d always kept the lights off, told me to stay still, and finished as fast as possible. 

I’d spent five years convinced no man would ever want to see all of me let alone touch me like I was something desirable.

So when this stranger’s fingers brushed the inside of my thighs I flinched waiting for the disgust but it never came.

Instead, one thick finger found my clit and circled once.

I gasped and my whole body surrendered in that single second.

He was insatiable and so was I as he fucked every single inch of my body. 

“God, you take me so well… look how wet you are… this body was made for me…”

I lost count of the rounds.

And by the time exhaustion finally claimed me, I was sore in the best way and passed out tangled in the sheets.

When I woke up, sunlight was creeping in through the edges of my blindfold.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, it was ringing, probably Juliet calling to confirm if I was still alive.

I checked for the space beside me where he was supposed to be lying but it was empty.

I yanked off the blindfold.

Wait… had he left? Had I been scammed? One million dollars gone, or did I hand over my body to a ghost?

I was still panicking when my phone pinged with a bank notification.

Incoming transfer: $5,000,000

Five million?

I stared at the screen, brain short-circuiting. Why extra? Was this a mistake? 

Another ping, this time from the app.

Mr. T has requested you for five additional nights.Payment already processed.

Enjoy, Venus.

My mouth went dry.

And just then the bathroom door opened.

He stepped out, towel slung low on his hips, he was drying his neck with another towel when our eyes met.

I bounced off the bed like I’d been electrocuted, sheets tangling around my legs.

No, no no! This is nothing but a mad joke.

The man who had fucked me senseless for hours last night is my ex husband's uncle!