All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OLIVER’S POV “Oh my god, Ruby!” I exclaimed and snatched the dildo from her.I locked it in my drawer and frowned at her, “How many times have I told you not to snoop around my bedroom?” Ruby was no fool. I knew that she had some knowledge about sex, but this was a part of me I had desperately tried to keep hidden for months. I rolled my eyes and dug my hand into my pocket once more. “Take this. It’s twenty dollars. Do something with it. Go on.”“I don’t want your money, Oliver,” she said sternly, her eyes held the scorn my mother would have looked at me with, “I’m just curious to know what my big brother is doing. Makes me wonder if I would be proud to introduce you to my friends…or Jamie.” “Jamie? Who’s Jamie?”She scoffed and walked towards the door. “Wait, Ruby,” I grabbed her arm and it shattered my heart when she wasn’t able to look into my eyes, “It’s not what it looks like. That…” I sighed, lost for words, “I have to do what I have to in order to take care of ma. I’

I woke up the next morning and it felt like I was floating in the middle of an ocean.I tried to recall everything that had happened last night, but my memory was quite blurry. With a sigh, I heaved myself up to a sitting position and looked around the room. I squinted at a little note on the table and next to it, was a fat bundle of cash. I dragged myself to it and the more pain I felt, the more I remembered the crazy sex I had last night. I could barely believe my eyes. Ten thousand dollars in cash!But that wasn’t the most intriguing thing about this morning, it was rather the thoughts of the perfectly built man that had fucked me mercilessly. I could almost feel his touch on my body, the cuffs that had bound my wrists felt so real once more, even though I was a free man once again. I put on my clothes, shoved the cash into both of my pockets and headed downstairs. Mark was right there, waiting for me with a smirk on his annoying face. “I am not giving you shit.” I said to

BENJAMIN'S POVThe garage doors slowly clasped into place behind me, stifling the heavy patters of rain on the asphalt, but I chose to remain in the car. My hands still gripped the wheel tightly, the leather crackling under my fingers. I was still plagued by the memories of what had happened today—the water pooling on the passenger's seat hadn't even dried yet.That particular night with Oliver had been one moment of loose thinking, a single "fuck it" decision that led me to saunter into that bar. Now, that very decision haunted me like a ghoul. I can't fully describe how I felt the exact moment I recognized the boy sitting across from me, but when I did, my heart sank to the base of my chest.I could have sworn Oliver was there to blackmail me for more money. If he was working in a place like that, then he definitely needed it.My throat dried instantly, and a flicker of recognition scurried past my eyes before I forced my mask into place, pretending I didn’t remember him. But I had

Oliver“Kid?” I felt a gentle push on my shoulder and my eyes sprung apart, the sharp light refracting from the waxed floor hitting my eyes. I winced as I adjusted, careful not to wake Ruby who was sleeping on my lap.My eyes caught a white coat before they latched on to the doctor's face, “How is she?” My voice was a bit gruffy, even to me. My throat felt sore and rough like it had been sandpapered with grief and sorrow.“She is stable now, but we have to keep her overnight to ensure nothing happens again,” he looked more tired than I was and it made me wonder how many people who had been catered into this place with the same condition as my mom had made it out alive.I sniffled, wiping the grime off my face.“You need to go home and get some rest, you can come back tomorrow,” the doctor turned and left. I didn't want to leave but I had to go to work tomorrow…my eyes darted toward the large clock on the wall by the entrance/exit, it read 1:21 am…I had work today.“Shit,” I sighed an

Oliver.My fingers trembled as I fingered the buttons of my shirt, forcing them into the tiny slits at the other end. It was a black see-through that left nothing to imagine: anyone who stared hard enough would see my defined muscles, rosebud of my nipples, the clefts of my abs and pecs, everything.Mark had gotten the shirt for me after I showed up to work in a button-up shirt that in his words reminded him of SpongeBob. He said I needed to look appealing and satisfy them before I even touched them so that it wouldn't last as long.I sighed and looked toward the door when I heard a scuffle, it was Ruby. Her arms were folded over her chest with bloodshot red eyes probably from how long she had been crying, puffy eyelids, and tear skid marks on her face.Her eyes slowly raked my entire frame, as if she was judging me. Ever since she had asked me that question and I failed to answer, I knew she had resolved in her mind that I was a sex worker.“I thought you had a job?” I could hear the