Out of Stock: True Love

Chapter 1

Molly had already received the call from the delivery service, and her order would arrive today. Anticipation thrummed through her veins as she waited. She'd been looking forward to this moment for a whole week. Soon, she would finally meet her new boyfriend. A better one. He was expensive but worth every penny: fresh, never used, young, athletic, and—most importantly—handsome.

Just last month, Molly had returned her previous husband of two years, a model named Ivor. She'd purchased Ivor through Lovers, an app that catered to people searching for companionship without the hassle of traditional dating. At first, Ivor had seemed ideal—charming, dependable, and easy on the eyes. But over time, her interest had faded, and with it, her affection. When she'd sent him back, she hadn't felt a trace of regret. Like all men on the app, Ivor had come without a surname, but during their time together, he'd taken Molly's last name, "Wolf," a quiet declaration that he belonged to her.

The Lovers app had been created as a convenient solution for people struggling to find love the old-fashioned way. Those willing to sell themselves as companions could register, each profile polished and promising. No one was there by force; every man and woman on the app joined of their own free will, searching for a partner just as much as the buyers. And now, Molly would be the proud owner of her latest choice, a new companion tailored exactly to her desires.

It was around 10 a.m.. Molly wore a gold-colored long frock that hugged her curves, with a daring slit that started just two inches below her hip. A woman around thirty-five years old, Molly was newly single, having recently returned her husband. She had naturally golden hair, though today she wore a wig that matched her color perfectly, giving a flawless, natural look.

Molly was meticulous about her appearance. She had undergone several cosmetic surgeries to enhance her features, never stepping into a gym but maintaining a thin figure thanks to the latest fat-removal technology. With a hefty bank account, she thrived as a successful businesswoman in the beauty industry.

When she heard the doorbell, Molly gave her hair a quick pat, smoothing it before she opened the door with a welcoming smile. Standing in front of her was the man she'd ordered from the app. He held a large bouquet of flowers in one hand, his polite smile mirroring the photo she'd seen. He had brown hair and stood a bit taller than Molly, but certainly not the six feet the app had promised. He looked more like 5'11". Molly's smile faltered as she took in his athletic build—while he seemed fit, his skin wasn't as dark as she'd expected. The man in the app's photo had a rich, dark complexion, but this man's skin was notably lighter. Yet his face, hair, smile, and even his eye color were unmistakably the same.

"Looks like the app lied to me," Molly muttered, irritation flashing in her eyes.

"What do you mean, ma'am?" the man, whose name was Gary, asked politely.

"You don't match my requests. And I'm pretty sure you're not a virgin," Molly snapped, noticing Gary's face shift to an uncomfortable expression, like he'd been caught in a lie.

"This app has wasted my time and money," Molly said angrily, reaching to close the door.

"Please, ma'am, listen. Don't do this. Don't return me, or my price will drop," Gary pleaded, holding the door to keep her from shutting it.

"I don't care, Gary. The app and you lied to me. Look at this picture they showed me." She shoved her phone at him, pointing to the screen. "Look at the skin tone. Look what it says about your height. And it says you're unused."

"But ma'am, I don't know why it's different. I gave the app my correct details. Maybe they made a mistake, but please don't send me back," Gary said, his tone almost desperate.

"I want a refund," Molly said firmly, trying again to close the door.

"But ma'am, can you at least return me?" Gary pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. He didn't have enough money to make his own way back.

"No," Molly snapped, narrowing her eyes. "I'm not returning you. You people are scammers, and I'm not about to go through the trouble of a return request." With a final, angry glare, she slammed the door shut.