His name is on the building. Rooms defer to him without question. He is the kind of man who has never had to want for anything – until he found this site at two in the morning and discovered, for the first time in his life, something that wanted nothing back.
Errand Boy is the story of a man who sources her lingerie, books her hotels, and lies in bed at midnight reading the itemisation of a dinner he paid for and wasn’t at. He knows what the bill means. He knows what the evening was. He settles it from his phone in the dark, pulse elevated, alone – and sends a tribute immediately after. Not because she asked. Because it is the only language available to him.
He wants to belong to her. She has no interest in that. She has interest in what he can arrange, what he can source, what he can quietly fund while she lives the life his money makes possible without once thinking about him. He knows this. He sends anyway. If you already know what it is to want something you will never be given – this was written for you.