SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID

Bryce couldn't do it.

No matter how hard he tried to, he couldn't kiss her back. Hell no! Whatever exactly is wrong with him? He had always been the one to jump on an opportunity like this one. Natalie was offering herself on a silver platter right in front of him but some some weird reason, he seemed uninterested. This was as far as he could go.

He was slowly loosing his mind and he could tell. He was almost at the verge of insanity. This couldn't be him? Something definitely was taking control over him. How is it possible that he couldn't think straight and why couldn't he get it up? Fuck it! He was screwed. Natalie continued with the kiss while his brain kept on firing different questions at him. Compelling him to stop whatever he was doing.

Feeling frustrated, he snatched his lips away from hers and took another swig of alcohol. Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. But then again, since when does he need to get drunk to sex a woman? He had never attempted such a feat before and even if he did, he had never relied on alcohol to give sexual pleasures to a woman. Never ever!

Being sober enough to watch them scream under his touch was something that he had always anticipated and looked forward too.

"Are you alright?" Natalie reached out to hold his hands. He looked flustered and quite upset. Something was definitely up but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I'm fine." Came his casual and swift response. He suddenly felt suffocated. He didn't like it here anymore. He wanted out of this place. He needed help. He needed to seek the advice of a medical practitioner because this sickness is a new breakout and he couldn't understand the symptoms that came along with it.

"You don't look fine?" She voiced out In concern. Her words narrowed the concern that showed on her face.

Yeah, of course he doesn't look fine. He looked anything but fine right now. He looked like someone who had just lost something dear to him in the worst way possible which is weird because he doesn't own anything dear to him.

"I just need to be alone for now Natalie. Please." He pleaded when she didn't want to leave him alone. For Pete's sake, couldn't she read between the lines. He was on the verge of loosing his mind right now. Does he need to spell it out? He's not okay. "I really thought that you-"

"I'm sorry." He primped "I'm not just feeling it right now Natalie and no, it's not you. Work has been hella hectic and stressful lately. I lost a major job commission with a very important client and I'm trying to come to terms with it but so far, it's been hard and draining." He lied through his teeth to let her down easy and just then, he saw the understanding and pain flash through her eyes. Not like he cared anyway.

"Oh my goodness." Her hands flew to cover her mouth "I had no idea. I'm so sorry Bryce. You should've just told me. I know that our relationship is purely sex with no strings attached but I can offer advice when needed. I can also be a friend if you want me to." She squeezed his hands to offer comfort. Nope! It didn't sound as sincere as when Hera had said it to him. God he was screwed and in the worst way possible.

Besides, the only advice that she could offer was the different positions she'd like him to take her from. Ironic!

"It's fine." He whispered instead and patted their joined hands with a fake smile.

"Alright then. I'll leave you for now. Call me when you're sane enough to be with me. I'll be waiting." She reached for her purse and pushed herself down the stool. After she gave him a peck on his cheeks, she swayed her hips and walked out of the building leaving him alone with just his thoughts and beer.

"You didn't tell me that you lost a major client and commission" He heard Max's taunting voice from behind him and he was forced to roll his eyes at the bastard.

"That was the only way to get her to leave me alone."

Max stared at his best friend in disbelief "You just turned down Natalie?" His voice quaked. He reached out to touch Bryce's forehead with his palm.

"Are you sick? Do you have a fever? Are you coming down with something? Cold perhaps?" He rambled and Bryce was forced to push his hands away.

"I'm very fine thank you very much."

"She has really gotten under your skin hasn't she?" Max stated the obvious as she shook his head sideways negatively.

Bryce refused to answer to that even though he knew what Max meant by that statement.

"I refuse to be your object to get a good laugh." Bryce placed the glass on the table and rose to full length.

"Where are you going?" Max inquired, wondering why he was in a hurry to leave. They just got here and he never leaves that early.

"Home. I need to take a quick bath and rest for tomorrow" He patted his shoulders and set out to adjust his clothes.

"You're not going to stay? I thought that you would be spending the night here?"

"I can't." He replied truthfully. "Right now, I can't really think straight. I feel like my head is full but sadly, it's not. Then again I'm overthinking things lately and I have never done so for the longest of time." He really had it bad for her and the dumb prick was oblivious to that fact.

"Maybe you need to let off some steam. It'll do you a whole lot of good. Trust me and just stay." Max pressed on and waited anxiously for his reply.

Whatever he would say now would confirm his doubts about his friend.

"No." He blurted out unfortunately "I don't feel like sleeping out today. I'll talk to you later and thanks for the drink. I know that I don't have to pay I cause its on the house." He jokingly nudged him before making his way out of the hotel.

Outside, he approached his car and got inside. He started the ignition and pulled out of the premises. Hopefully he doesn't get Into an accident because he wasn't in the right frame of mind at the moment.

Halfway through his ride, he decided

to get a peace offering for Hera. He

doesn't know why he snapped at her earlier but he was certain that she might be angry at him. Who

wouldn't. He had refused to give her an explanation and just went out to yell at her.

She was the only friend he had and sadly he didn't want to mess that up. Yes, he knew that he came from a broken and dark place but she was the only light illuminating through his darkness and he didn't want to lose that as well.

When he arrived, he got out the

items from the car. His first impulse

was to knock on her door but seeing that her lights were turned off, he decided against it. She might be sleeping and he's not about to ruin her night for the second time that day. He would go to bed and talk to her in the morning.