Would you make a deal with a big, grumpy troll?
Trolls belong lurking under bridges, not in the arms of beautiful human women. That's what Hisondine tells me. He's not fooling me, though. I see the way he looks at me. I know the way he touches me. He’s huge and muscled and hard as stone. But that’s not the only thing about him that makes me feel safe. He treats me like I’m precious. I've been a companion to plenty of monsters, but I've never met one who makes me feel special the way he does.
Despite our size difference, it's clear he can't stop thinking about me. So I'm going to do everything I can to make him mine, even if it's only fake dating.
I should be smarter than this. I’m only doing this job to pay off my college debt. I know it’s just work and I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I can't help counting the hours until I see him again. But at the end of the day, it's not real. He's a billionaire and I’m an escort.
So how do I turn this dream into a reality? Because I want the fairytale, but it’s not the prince I want to take home. It’s the monster!