Harold loves Dottie. Dottie loves Harold. Dottie and Harold both love Dolcett. Welcome to the first entry in a flavorful billionaire love story like you’ve never read before: American Psycho meets Helpful Fox Senko-San on a bad acid trip. (And for the blog reader: check the Spotify playlist to your left to see what I’m listening to while I work on this series!)
Harold Fleetwood is pathetic. Despite being the billionaire CEO of a major Fortune 500 company, he’s a divorcé in his mid-fifties who can hardly bear to look a woman in the eye. His dark compulsions and sick fantasies fill him with shame and leave the Internet as his only outlet, not just for titillation, but for intimacy–until the day he discovers bratty Dottie Shipman, the sexiest secretary in the office, has a dirty little secret she’s been hiding.
Turns out, Dottie is as intrigued by taboo fantasies as Harold. Not only that, but she’s the artist he’s spent countless hours fantasizing with while wasting time in his filthy-minded chat room for fellow lonely perverts. He’s terrified, and thrilled. After all these years of hiding his intense, twisted desires from everyone except the prostitutes he employs, sharing himself with this almost too-perfect woman seems like a recipe for deadly consequences from which no amount of money can save him.
Luckily for Harold, though, Dottie’s got another secret. An unbelievable secret. A secret that’s destined to change everything.
This work of transgressive horrotica of consensual cannibalism explores many concepts that some readers may find disturbing. Discretion is strongly advised.