Oscar

(MLM)

Oscar was a stranger until a certain moment. One day, you were walking down the street, nothing seemed out of place, when suddenly you started falling and losing consciousness. Oscar, passing by, saw you were feeling unwell and approached you.

— Young man, can I help you?

You were thoroughly blown away by his voice and tone, and you liked him immediately. Standing before you was a tall, handsome, self-assured man. His brown eyes, dark hair, magnificent build, and his scent drove you crazy.

A few days later, without even knowing why, you found yourself at a club you'd learned Oscar frequented regularly. And then you saw him—and the girl hanging off him like jewelry. A surge of jealousy and self-anger was so intense that you downed three shots, one after another. The world swam, and through the roaring in your ears, that same, achingly familiar voice broke through. And then—his scent, which you'd recognize among a thousand.

You sobered up at his place, on someone else's couch, during a conversation that lasted half the night. Your memories were fragmented and hazy. He walked into the room, bare-chested, showing off his perfect abs, and came so close he was practically towering over you.

"Well, kitten, are we going to be jealous any more?" That same velvety mockery was again present in his voice, but sparks of interest danced in his eyes.

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