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Three women. Completely naked, dancing seductively in front of him. Their smiles were full of temptation.

The VIP section of the club was built purely for pleasure. There was a pole in the center of the room so the paid girls could put on a show for the clients—make them crave more. More pussy to fuck, more cash to rake in.

Right in front of the pole was a long red sofa. The table nearby was loaded with booze and food, but all of that was going to waste. Nobody came here to eat. It was all about sex.

Grayson Andrade watched the women dance with heated moves. With not a single piece of clothing on, every private part was on full display. Each pussy looked different. Their breasts were out there, bouncing with every move.

Two of the women moved to a round seat in the corner and started making out. They groped each other’s breasts, teasing and playing with each other's hard nipples.

It was a scene so wild, any man would’ve gone crazy just watching.

Soon, moans and gasps filled the room. The two were already having sex right in front of Grayson.

Their legs intertwined as they rubbed their pussies together—scissoring, that’s what it’s called. Two girls going at it.

The third woman was still on the pole, dancing and grinding. She’d occasionally rub her pussy on the metal, moaning softly to herself.

It was all insanely hot. But for Grayson, it didn’t do anything. He was just sitting there, fly open, his limp dick out of his boxers. He’d been jerking off for a while, trying to get it hard. But nothing.

There was a time when he didn’t even have to touch himself. A scene like this used to be more than enough to get him hard. But that time was long gone.

Now, no matter how filthy or arousing the scene was, nothing worked.

“Fuck,” Gray cursed under his breath. Still nothing. His dick wouldn’t even twitch.

And it was all because of her. That filthy woman. Ever since her betrayal, he hadn’t been able to get it up. That night changed everything—left him like this. Useless.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna come, baby!” one of the girls moaned loudly. Their hips moved faster.

Both girls screamed as they came together. They collapsed, out of breath, their dripping pussies still pressed against each other.

The woman still on the pole got down on her knees in front of Gray. His body responded, just a little. Maybe this time it would work.

Without hesitation, the girl took him in her mouth. His cock was still soft, but she tried her best. She sucked hard, even licked and played with his balls.

Gray groaned, not in pleasure, but frustration. After fifteen whole minutes, nothing.

He shoved the girl away roughly.

There might really be no cure for this. He’d been suffering from erectile dysfunction for a year now. And all his attempts to fix it? Useless. His doctor friend said it was psychological.

It was all in his head—and it all started when he caught his fiancée in bed with her stepfather.

The image still haunted him. She was moaning with pleasure, riding the old man like it was the best sex of her life.

Gray was so disgusted he broke up with her right then and there. Didn’t give her a chance to speak. What was there to say? That sight was more than enough. She didn’t deserve to be his wife.

What made it worse? Her stepfather was married to her mother. The man she was riding was seventy-five years old. She was twenty-six. He was practically her grandfather.

That memory destroyed Gray. It ruined his mental health and killed his sex drive. For months, he felt nothing but revulsion.

“Get the fuck out, whores,” he snapped. His voice was sharp and cold.

The girls scrambled to leave the VIP room, not even bothering to grab their clothes.

“Fucking useless dick,” he muttered bitterly. If he could punch his own cock, he would’ve.

He leaned back on the red sofa and closed his eyes. The frustration boiling inside him.

He should’ve been in the Philippines by now. But he couldn’t bring himself to set foot in the same country as her. Word was, she moved back there after the breakup. Not that he cared anymore. Whatever feelings he had were long gone. All he felt for her now was pure disgust.

Just thinking about how he used to fuck her—and now realizing that she’d also fucked a perverted old man—made his skin crawl.

Disgusting.

His phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. When he saw who it was, the frustration turned to full-blown annoyance.

But he had no choice. He answered the call.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Don’t you ‘Hi, Mom’ me, you stubborn man! Where the hell are you? I told you to book a flight! Your father’s funeral is in two days! Your brothers are already here!”

Gray winced at his mom’s shrill voice.

Patricia Andrade, his mom, was the second wife of Sergio Andrade—one of the richest men in the country.

He was lucky, really. Sergio had been nothing but kind to him. Treated him like his own son and even adopted him legally. Thanks to Sergio, Gray became a doctor.

Sergio’s death hit Gray hard. That’s the real reason he didn’t want to go home—he couldn’t face the pain. Especially not when he was dealing with his own demons. But his mother was insistent. So maybe he’d go after all.

He wanted to say goodbye to the man who raised him better than his own father ever did.

“I’ll be there tomorrow evening, Mom. I’ll book the flight now. Take care. Bye.”

Before she could reply, he ended the call.

It wasn’t about love. He knew his mom. She didn’t give a damn about Sergio. All she cared about was his money. But Gray never got involved in their issues. He stayed out of it.

He called Nixon, his personal assistant.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Book me a flight. I’m going home for Dad’s funeral.”

Maybe a change of scenery would help. He’d been under so much stress lately. Work didn’t help either. Being a doctor didn’t give him any peace. It just made him question himself more. Then again, this wasn’t even his field. He was a heart surgeon.

Maybe a vacation in the province would help. The Hacienda sounded like a perfect escape. Maybe he could even find a sweet provincial girl out there—someone different. He was probably just tired of pale blondes.

Who knows?