6

Grayson floored the gas pedal, his jaw clenched tight. He needed to get to the hacienda now. He was practically flying down the road.

A million questions swirled in his head.

Why the hell did his d*ck decide to go back to being useless?

A gorgeous woman was down on her knees giving him head, and nothing. Not even a twitch. No reaction whatsoever from his so-called “soldier.”

“Fcking dck!” he cursed out loud, gripping the steering wheel harder. If he could punch his damn c*ck into working, he would’ve done it already.

Last night was humiliating. Laurice gave it her all, and he still couldn’t get it up. He thought he was finally cured—finally done with this curse. But no. He ended up drowning in shame instead.

And now, he was pretty damn sure that girl would talk. She was pissed—rightfully so—and by now, news about his “malfunction” was probably already spreading.

“Damn it!” he hissed, slamming a hand against the steering wheel. If only he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have gone to that bar or looked for a random hookup. Now, he was about to become the joke of the town.

“Sh*t!” he cursed again, losing count of how many times he’d sworn today.

Maybe hiding out in the hacienda wasn’t such a bad idea. Lay low for a while, stay away from public humiliation. He used to be adored by women—praised for being well-endowed and skilled in bed. Then suddenly? Boom—impotent. Just like that. He couldn’t deal with it.

What really bothered him, though, was that it actually worked when that maid touched him. What the hell was going on?

Had his standards dropped that low? Sure, she was pretty—beautiful even. But he grew up surrounded by beautiful women. A pretty face wasn’t enough to throw him off like this.

He pulled up in front of the mansion and parked without wasting a second. As soon as the engine shut off, he was out of the car and walking quickly toward the kitchen.

He was sure she’d be there. He just wanted to talk to her. Maybe confirm something.

Inside, he found Manang Rosy and a few other housemaids prepping for lunch. Everyone turned their heads when he entered.

Gray scanned the room, his sharp eyes checking every face.

She wasn’t there.

“Senyorito, you’re here! Just got back?” Manang Rosy greeted. “Wait, I’ll prepare you something to eat.”

Gray didn’t even acknowledge the offer. “I’m looking for someone,” he said instead, unsure how to describe her.

“Who exactly, sir?” she asked, confused.

“She’s about this tall,” he said, gesturing to his shoulder. “Morena, really pretty, and… hot. I think she’s one of the maids here.”

Manang Rosy’s mouth dropped slightly, her face turning red at how bluntly he described the girl. But she knew exactly who he meant.

“Are you looking for Olivia?” another maid, Aling Nita, spoke up. Rosy was too flustered to talk.

“Olivia? Is that her name?” he asked quickly. “The one who cleaned my room a few days ago? Heart-shaped face, beautiful?”

The name rolled off his tongue so smoothly it made his gut clench. Olivia. Damn, he could almost hear himself moaning her name.

“F*ck,” he muttered, shaking the thoughts from his head.

Manang Rosy finally spoke, clearly worried. “Why, sir? Did she do something wrong again?”

All eyes were on him, waiting to hear what Olivia had done this time. She had a bit of a reputation for being… different.

Gray shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I just wanted to thank her. She cleaned my room so well—it was spotless. Where can I find her? She’s not anywhere in the mansion.”

Of course, he couldn’t exactly tell them the real reason he needed to see her—to find out if she’s the only one who can make his dck work.* Manang Rosy would probably drop dead from a heart attack.

“She’s always up to something,” Wena, one of the maids who hated Olivia, muttered. “Always trying to get attention.”

Some maids nodded in agreement, but Aling Nita wasn’t convinced.

“You won’t find her here, sir. She asked permission to go home yesterday. Said she had a fever. She’s in town right now.”

“You believed that? She’s just avoiding something. Probably did something wrong,” Wena added, rolling her eyes.

Gray ignored her completely. “Where exactly is her house?”

“It’s in the next town over, sir. About an hour’s drive. But she might be back tomorrow. She only said she had the flu or something.”

Gray clenched his jaw. Tomorrow’s too far.

He needed to talk to her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he did.

He didn’t understand it, but the thought of seeing her again made something stir inside him. He’d never released that hard before—not even with experienced women. Just thinking about her stirred something in him again.

“Give me her address, Manang Rosy. It’s urgent. I really need to talk to her,” he said, voice firm, laced with subtle command.

“Sir… are you sure she didn’t do anything wrong?” the old lady asked, clearly worried.

Gray placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Manang. Olivia didn’t do anything bad. I just really need to speak with her. That’s all.”

He even flashed her a small smile to ease her nerves.

Left with no choice, Manang Rosy gave him the address.

Gray wasted no time. The girl’s house was far, sure—but he didn’t care. It was still early; he wouldn’t be out too late.

As he drove off again, he felt his body buzz with energy. His nerves were on fire, his thoughts a mess. He needed to see her.

Then—he cursed loudly again when he felt a slight twitch in his pants just from the thought of being near her again.

“Sh*t!”