5

“Whoa! Look who’s here!” one of Gray’s friends shouted excitedly the moment he spotted him inside a popular bar in Manila called Spartan, which was owned by their friend Andrei. “When did you get back, Doc?” he added with a teasing grin.

The two shared a quick fist bump. They were college buddies and had a solid bond back in the day. Grayson honestly missed the Philippines—the humid heat, the chaos, and his wild, crazy friends.

Right after that little incident with the maid in the mansion, Gray headed straight to Manila. He wanted to celebrate. It had been over a year since he’d last gotten off, and now that he finally had, he wasn’t about to waste the moment.

He even called his doctor in the U.S. to share the news. The doctor didn’t sound convinced though. He still needed Gray to go through more tests and meet with his psychologist. According to him, Gray might’ve just been overwhelmed by the new environment—or maybe, he just really missed a good old Pinay pussy. That was literally what his doctor said.

Gray brushed that off and flew to Manila anyway to hang out with his friends—and yeah, hopefully, get laid. He was set on proving his doctor wrong. He was fine now.

“Been here a week. I’ve been staying at the farm. Man, I missed this place so much,” Gray said, looking around the bar.

He wasn’t in the VIP area—he was downstairs on the dancefloor level. The place was packed with bouncing bodies, and Gray felt a surge of excitement rush through him. Finally, he could fuck again. All thanks to that maid who woke his dick back from the dead.

He made a mental note to slip her some extra cash later—a thank-you gift, he thought.

Gray was with his old college friends. It had been a while since he’d been back in the country, so he wanted to make the most of his time here. Still, he’d be flying back to the States eventually. His hospital was there, and he couldn’t stay away from it for too long.

“How’s Tiff?” one of his friends asked casually.

Gray just waved it off. He didn’t give a damn about her anymore. He used to blame her for his impotence, but now that he was back in the game, he wanted nothing more than to erase her from his memory.

“We’re done, bro. She’s probably out there riding some old dude’s dick,” he joked, laughing. And that’s when he realized—he really didn’t love her anymore. All he felt was disgust.

The guys laughed, and Gray joined in. For real, he was over her.

A few more familiar faces showed up, including Laurice—his former fuck buddy back in college.

She approached with a wide grin. Gray’s eyes instinctively scanned her up and down as she walked toward them. She was wearing a tight, red tube dress that popped against her fair skin. Her boobs bounced with every step.

“Damn! Is that Laurice? Bro, she looks more and more fuckable every time I see her! Shit, man—you’re one lucky bastard. That girl doesn’t do one-night stands with just anyone,” Armani, one of Gray’s boys, exclaimed.

Gray just shook his head with a grin. It was true—Laurice was picky, and he’d been lucky to hit that. She was a monster in bed, devouring men like prey.

“Hey, big guy! You’re here!” Laurice beamed, immediately wrapping her arm around Gray.

The guys howled and cheered, while the girls threw Laurice envious glares.

Gray grinned wide, letting his eyes drop to the swell of her cleavage. His mouth watered just imagining those perfect nipples between his lips. He wanted her badly.

“Yeah, and I missed you, babe,” Gray whispered seductively into her ear, giving it a playful nibble.

Laurice giggled like a teenager. One of her hands slid up his thigh.

“I missed your big, fat cock, Grayson. I missed having it deep inside my mouth,” she whispered back, squeezing his groin.

Gray frowned at his body’s reaction.

Or rather—lack of reaction.

By now, he should’ve been rock hard—especially with Laurice’s hand creeping up his thigh and straight to his crotch.

But there was nothing. He could still feel his dick just lying there, limp and useless.

Gray swallowed hard.

No! His mind screamed in denial. He was better. There was no way this was happening again.

“Let’s go somewhere private?”

Without a second thought, Gray grabbed her waist and led her to one of the VIP rooms. He heard their friends holler behind them, but he just smirked. He was back in the game.

The moment they stepped inside, Laurice shoved him against the wall and dropped to her knees. Every nerve in Gray’s body buzzed with anticipation. He could already imagine himself exploding inside her hot, eager mouth.

Tonight, he was going to fuck her brains out.

He laughed and cupped her head. “Easy, babe. My cock’s all yours tonight.”

Laurice quickly unzipped him and pulled down his boxers. Even flaccid, his dick was still big—and he was proud of that. It was one of his best assets. Which is why this whole thing pissed him off. What a waste of a good dick if it wasn’t working.

Laurice started licking every inch, even his balls. She bobbed her head, stroked him, sucked the tip, swirled her tongue—all her best moves.

But the longer she tried, the louder Gray’s heart pounded in panic.

Fuck! Why wasn’t he getting hard? This can’t be happening!

“What the hell’s wrong with your dick, Gray?” Laurice snapped, clearly annoyed. She stopped and looked up at him, her face twisted in disgust.

“Just give it a sec, babe. It’ll get there,” he said calmly, trying to hide the panic in his voice. But deep inside, he was freaking out. If his dick didn’t wake up now, he’d die from the shame. Laurice would definitely talk.

After five minutes, Laurice stood up and glared at him. She wiped her mouth and the smudged red lipstick on her lips.

Gray wanted the floor to swallow him whole. His face was burning red. He looked down—and there it was: his limp dick hanging out of his boxers like a dead weight.

Laurice stared at it like it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen.

“What the hell happened to your dick, Gray? It’s fucking useless. You’re disgusting. Are you sick or something?”

Gray couldn’t speak. He was stunned, humiliated. The words stung, but more than that, he was embarrassed. The manwhore who used to fuck around like a god? Now he couldn’t even get it up with a hot chick blowing him.

Laurice stormed out of the room without another word.

Gray was left alone in the VIP room, his face flushed with shame. He looked down again—and there it was, the evidence of his failure.

His soldier was back in a coma.