Play: Part One by Melissa Young

F**k me. Where do I even begin? The name is Oscar Rose. Most men know me as the sharp-tongued, playboy top sports agent that they all aspire to be. While, on the contrary, most women know me as the English bloke that pumped and dumped them last night. It’s not my fault that I’m addicted to random sex.

All I want, at the end of a long day at the office, is a good dram of scotch and a hot legs-for-days to satiate my hungry c**k. It’s not that I think love is a joke; it’s just that I have yet to meet someone that leaves me hungry and wanting seconds. That is, until the ever elusive Jane Smith enters my life. And bloody hell, does she ever make me regret the night I met her.