CHAPTER 2: Save Me

RUE

In one of the guest rooms of my penthouse, the woman's voice echoed as she attempted to please me. Despite her efforts, there was an unsettling numbness within me, a void that even her intimate gestures couldn't fill. I clenched my teeth, grappling with the realization that something was amiss.

"How about this, Sir?" she inquired; her tone a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. But the pleasure she offered remained elusive, and I could only muster a disheartened shake of my head.

"Enough. You can now go," I declared, a sense of frustration evident in my voice. The woman, taken aback, questioned our premature conclusion.

"Huh? But we're not even at the climax?"

"We? Or I? You've reached the climax for God knows how many times already," I retorted, irritation cutting through my words. "Now, go. Leave me alone."

Her protest hung in the air, but a stern glare from me silenced any further objections. Reluctantly, she left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I stood there, still naked, checking out the view from my New York City penthouse. I grabbed a glass of strong whiskey, taking sips and hoping it would help me figure out my problem.

While I drank, I thought about being asexual. Not being able to feel turned on or have an orgasm wasn't just a personal thing anymore; it was turning into a real issue. I felt the weight of what people expected from me, especially since I was supposed to keep our family line going.

I thought about how rich people usually stick to old traditions, getting into arranged marriages to keep the family name strong. But my situation messed with that plan.

As the only son of my deceased father, my grandfather challenged me and my older sister's son, just a few years younger than me, to have a child. He declared that whoever had a child from another wealthy family would be the heir for all of the Colterzon’s businesses. The pressure was on, and I couldn't afford to lose to my nephew, knowing the potential consequences for our family's businesses if he were chosen over me.

In the middle of all this fancy stuff and family rules, I had to face a truth about myself that didn't fit in with what others wanted. The quiet room echoed with the clash between what's expected and who I really am, making the future look more complicated than ever.

What a fucking useless piece of shit you’ve become, Rue. 

Gritting my teeth, I once again found myself in the familiar grip of self-loathing. However, amidst this moment of disdain for myself, a welcome interruption arrived in the form of a call from my friend Rij. I could already sense he was calling to inquire about the woman he had sent my way.

Answering his call, my suspicion was promptly confirmed. "How was the woman I sent you?" he queried, eager for a report.

"No effect. As always," I replied, lacking any enthusiasm in my tone.

Rij and I had known each other since childhood, both hailing from affluent families and destined to be future heirs. Our shared background allowed for a level of understanding that made him the only person I could truly be honest with. Through thick and thin, we supported each other in times of trouble.

"I knew it. Why don't you just join me here in paradise? I'll send you the address," Rij suggested, exuding a casual demeanor. It seemed he had anticipated the ineffectiveness of his plan, having explored countless solutions to my predicament. Yet, he never ran out of wild ideas.

"I'm tired," I protested weakly, but Rij was quick to counter.

"The night is still long! Come here! What if this time, it'll work?"

Frustrated, I rolled my eyes, reluctantly giving in to his persuasion. In the end, I followed him, entertaining the thought that maybe, just maybe, this unconventional plan could offer a solution for my own sake.

I drove to the address of his go-to strip club—the Eventide Cabaret. It seemed like Rij had tipped off the security because as soon as I parked my car in front of the club, they swiftly ushered me inside.

The moment I stepped in, nearly naked women swarmed around me, attempting to entice me with flirtatious touches. Yet, all I felt was a deep sense of repulsion. No arousal, no shivers down my spine, just an overwhelming disgust.

“Rue, over here!” Rij's voice called out, and I spotted him in the VIP lounge. I navigated my way through the persistent crowd of women.

“What the hell is this place?” I questioned, a frown etching my face as the women continued to follow me.

"A strip club?" Rij replied, dripping with sarcasm. I shot him a glare, prompting laughter from him. "I'm just helping you explore every possible solution to your problem."

"Really? This is one of the solutions you came up with?" I scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah," he said casually, tossing dollar bills in my direction, causing the women to flock even more.

"What the heck?!" I exclaimed, taken aback.

He ignored my protests. "Pleasure him!" Rij ordered the girls, making them squeal and leaving me utterly miserable. He then made a hasty exit.

I attempted to follow him, but the persistent women blocked my way. Frustrated, I resorted to the only thing I could do – shout.

"Rij! Get your ass back here, you asshole!"

“Hush, Mr. Billionaire. We're going to play," declared one of the women.

"Move," I ordered with full authority, but they seemed to brush it off. Instead, one of the girls boldly took a seat on my lap.

“Chill. We’re just getting started,” she cooed in a flirtatious tone. Oh damn!

Two more girls joined in, sitting beside me, touching my body, and intentionally pressing their rather prominent assets against me. I swear, Rij is going to pay for this absurd idea!

As the chaos continued, my frustration boiled over, and I muttered under my breath, "I need a drink... or maybe a whole bottle." The situation was beyond ridiculous, and I couldn't help but wonder how I ended up in this absurd carnival of chaos.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in a bad comedy, and the only punchline was my utter discomfort. "I just wanted a peaceful evening," I muttered to myself, hoping against hope that this absurdity would soon come to an end.

“Mr. Billionaire, come on. Show us what you got,” another woman encouraged.

Maintaining control over my temper, especially with women, was a skill I had been honing. No matter how much I wanted to shout at them to back off, I forced myself to stay calm.

“No thanks. I’m fine. Just… get off me,” I said respectfully, attempting to avoid physical disrespect.

I kept avoiding touching the women who were all over me. While I wanted to push them away, I refrained from being physically disrespectful, so all I could do was endure the situation in silence. Damn!

As I glanced around, my eyes caught another girl from afar. Unlike the women beside me, she seemed out of place, perhaps a guest or an intruder. Her attire was just a simple shirt paired with pajamas, and she wore slippers. Despite her disheveled appearance, her aura seemed harmless, so I decided to take a chance.

“Save me,” I mouthed silently, hoping she'd understand. Her eyes widened in response, and her lips parted in disbelief. Though she seemed confused, I didn't care anymore.

“Please,” I added, my frustration evident even without a voice. What was I doing?

She appeared concerned, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope that she might actually help me. To my surprise, she chose to act as if she hadn't noticed me. What the heck?

“Hey!” I tried once more to get her attention, feeling somewhat offended by her apparent disregard. Excuse me? Did she just ignore a Rue Colterzon?

“Focus on us, Master,” one of the women beside me demanded, holding my chin to redirect my attention.

Damn! I hate it here!