Prologue

Nature's Intention

A classy grin struck his lips. His sudden happiness illuminating the glint in his dark cerulean eyes alerting all surrounding humans of his prowl. He sent his companion a quick wink, a signal for his planned intention before launching away from his current bar stool and to his next victim. A rather, undignified but otherwise alluring barmaid.

Evidently a typical blonde by appearance and apparent behaviour as she had evidently ignored all warnings given to her prior tonight of the infamous Troy Alexander Bolton. Exclaimed sex addict and a truly astounding businessman.

He possessed everything any man could ever want according to his envious companion. Money, intelligence, appearance and authority. But the one item he lacked was commitment. Not to his job, but to his prey, the female species of humankind.

They stumbled ever so effortlessly into his grasp but he always disapproved of commitment. Or rather, he despised the very word. There was nothing else in this world he despised so dearly except two very large, yet rare matters to him. Competition and more importantly... love. An old wives tale to his heart and using his exact words, a bullshit excuse to skip work.

Many assumed it was because the concept of falling in love had always left him heartbroken in the past, and others guessed it was because he was deprived of any love whatsoever at a young age. But whatever it was, it created a sexually addicted monstrosity that screamed for stabilisation and control.

As the foul stench of enriched alcohol stained his senses, the unfortunate companion of Master Bolton wracked his mind for a solution to his friend's evidently horrifying state. His eyes danced across the sight of his friend and past boss attacking the lips of the ever-friendly barmaid in envy and disgust before they widened in happiness and relief.

For he believed he had finally come across a solution to his companion's problems and hopefully, this one wouldn't fail as easily as the prior.