RUE When Rij texted me about his crazy idea, I lost it. I mean, who wouldn't? He just dropped the bomb that he shelled out a whopping one billion dollars to hire a woman as my "tutor" in sex. Sure, he's loaded, but one billion? That's insane! And for what? He paid someone to be my tutor? Is he out of his mind? Maybe he's on some serious drugs, causing him to come up with such a ridiculous plan. A tutor for one billion? Seriously, I don't need a tutor. I'm not in preschool. I know a thing or two about sex; it's just that I've been having trouble reaching the finish line. Rij, you idiot! When he sent over the contract he made, I rushed to his company to have a serious talk with him and make him cancel this absurd idea. He was throwing away money for nothing! I get that he wants to help me, perhaps repay the kindness I showed him when we were younger, but this is too much! It's just plain nonsense. As I arrived at my friend's office, my eyes fell on two hard copies of the contract he
RUE "Are you still doubting my capabilities?" Tysha asked once more. This time, I found myself at a loss for words. She began walking towards me, and I remained rooted to my spot as if glued to the ground. I watched as she stopped right in front of me, closing our distance. Looking up at me with her doe eyes, she whispered slowly, "Why don't you try me? One month, Rue Colterzon. I can assure you that within a span of a month, you'll solve your problem with asexuality." I was about to be distracted by the way her hazel eyes stared at me, but then I realized what she had just said. My brows automatically furrowed. "How did you know about that?" I questioned. That damn Rij! Did he spill my secret on her?! Tysha decided to change the topic. "Deal? All you have to do is sign the contract and hire me," she continued to persuade me into something I wouldn't even consider doing. "I'm not signing that shit," I declared, standing my ground. She made a face as she pushed my chest. "You're
TYSHA "Deal." With that, I was successfully hired by my ex’s billionaire uncle. Barra: Should we enter now? Proceed to Plan B? I smiled when I received a message from Barra. I bet she and Rij were overthinking because I hadn’t left the office yet. Me: No need. That was my reply as I walked out of Rij's office, leaving Rue behind. I hugged my own copy of the contract that Rue and I had just signed. Yes, finally he signed the contract! After minutes of gaslighting and restraint. I should really reward myself for having the best gaslighting skills of all time. Convincing Rue to sign that contract required a level of manipulation that I didn't even know I possessed. It's not like I enjoy playing mind games, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Almost everything that came out of my mouth was a fabrication or a carefully crafted reason aimed at getting Rue's signature on that paper. The irony of it all is that I'm not exactly an expert in the subject matter – I haven't
TYSHA Staying up late, I had to figure out how to start this job. I ended up watching explicit videos just to learn something. Gosh, I didn't really think this through! I did not think about this consequence thoroughly! Late at night, I found myself in a weird spot. There I was, all by myself, scrolling through these explicit videos on my laptop. It felt like a strange research project like I'd entered a world I'd never thought I'd explore. "This is ridiculous. Can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered, realizing the lengths I was going for this job. The awkwardness of the situation was hitting me hard. As I clicked through each video, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider, peeking into something I had no clue about. "Okay, this is awkward. Focus, Tysha, it's for the job," I whispered to myself, attempting a self-pep talk. It was cringe-worthy, the whole situation. Watching those scenes unfold on my screen, I felt completely out of my depth. "I really hope nobody
RUE "You didn't have to have me fetched by a limousine!" Tysha exclaimed on the other end of the call. I could practically sense the embarrassment radiating through the phone as she spoke. I couldn't help but smirk; I had orchestrated this whole spectacle, and it was playing out just as I'd intended. She called me right after stepping into the car, and my driver didn't hold back in giving me the rundown on just how red Tysha turned due to sheer embarrassment. "What? Can't you just be grateful that someone fetched you?" I replied, feigning innocence as if humiliating her wasn't part of the plan. Deep down, I reveled in the success of my little scheme. "Thanks, but if this is going to be our setup every time, I'd rather book an Uber," Tysha sighed from the other end of the line. Her tone held a mix of annoyance and resignation, but I could tell she wasn't entirely serious. Despite her protests, a part of her probably acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. I chuckled, enjoying
TYSHA Gosh! My head is aching because of Rue! I can't tell if he's just messing with me to make this job harder or if he's actually being truthful. A man with no turn-ons? Even I have them! Personally, I find a guy hot when he wears a black compression shirt and gray sweatpants. There's something about that look. And don't get me started on a guy who's dominant and protective – that's an instant turn-on. Oh, the dream of having a boyfriend like that! "Are you sure you're telling the truth?" I asked Rue for the nth time. "Cross your heart?" He rolled his eyes, clearly growing impatient with my repetitive question. "Why don't you just see it for yourself," he suggested, moving closer to me. My forehead wrinkled, unsure of what he meant. Rue caught my wrist, leaving me bewildered until he placed my hand right on top of his pants, making me feel his manhood. Oh gosh! “What the freak?!” I immediately retrieved my hand for being grossed out by what he did. Did he just let me touch
RUE "Damn, I'm tired," I uttered, recovering from my fit of laughter, and rested my back on the couch. "You're tired of laughing, just say," Tysha commented, irritation still evident in her voice. I rose from leaning and smirked. "It's because I wasn't informed you're a little comedic!" I reasoned out. I then shifted my focus to the bottle of whiskey I was drinking before she arrived, picked up my glass, and sipped on my leftover whiskey. "You want some?" I offered to Tysha, noticing she was watching me. "What is that?" she asked. "Whiskey." "Yeah. I think I'm gonna need a glass of that." I chuckled at her response, and in the end, I poured her a glass of whiskey. A few moments passed between us, and I noticed she kept glancing at the balcony of my place. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she finally asked, "We're taking a break, right? Can I take a look at your balcony?" There was no reason to forbid her, so I nodded. "Go ahead." She smiled, excitement evident in
RUE "That's sad. Childhood and teenage years aren't something you could buy with money," Tysha's words hit me hard. Her simple observation stirred up a bitter feeling inside me. It wasn't the taste of the liquor we were sipping; it was the bitterness of recognizing how many precious moments and joys of life I had missed out on. The realization weighed heavily on me, like an unspoken regret that no amount of wealth could undo. It was a poignant reminder that some things, once gone, couldn't be bought back, no matter how much success or material wealth one accumulated. "Anyways, about relationships, I only had one which was your jerk nephew," she shared. "Really?" I arched my eyebrows. "Yup," she confirmed shortly. "No wonder why," I teased, attempting to lighten the conversation. She shot me a glare, prompting me to backtrack. "Just kidding. What's the reason?" "Perhaps because I was the complete opposite of you," she answered, making me raise an eyebrow. "And what do you mean