TYSHA In Barra's backstage dressing room at the Eventide Cabaret, the weight of the offer she presented sank in as I sat on the edge of her couch. The name she dropped caught me off guard, and I had to confirm if I heard correctly. "Rue Colterzon?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe the revelation. I contacted her the moment I decided to finally take the job she was offering last week. I had no choice but to accept her offer. This was my only hope to pay all of our debts and have some funds for my mother's upcoming surgery. She quickly laid out the details of the job and dropped the bomb – Rue Colterzon was the billionaire I'd be working with. That revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, sending my mind into a whirlwind of contemplation. Barra, leaning against her dresser with a mischievous glint in her eyes, responded, "Yes. Do you know him? Then, your work will be a lot easier if you already know him!" Of all people?! Really?! Is the universe playing tricks on me? Gosh! And what
TYSHA "So, Tysha, meet Rij, the genius behind this idea," Barra presented me to another stunning man. It felt as if I had just encountered a renowned actor due to his striking presence. With a warm smile, he displayed dimples and a charismatic grin. "Rijhon Kingsley," he introduced himself, extending his hand, and I gladly accepted the gesture. "Tysha Clifford, Sir," I introduced myself formally. When I addressed him as Sir, he shook his head. "Drop the formalities. Just call me Rij," he requested. Who was I to refuse? So, I nodded, acknowledging the shift to a more casual tone. Rij's presence was intimidating. Despite exuding playful and mischievous vibes, he carried an aura that screamed billionaire. Dressed in a black tuxedo paired with an emerald green necktie, he radiated a certain manliness that felt like he stepped out of the pages of a novel. His perfectly angled nose and chiseled jaw added to his captivating appeal. The slick back haircut only enhanced his attractiveness
TYSHA "Do I really need all of these?" I whispered to Barra, looking at the pile of clothes and doubting if I really needed this much. We were in the back seat of Rij’s expensive car as they planned to drive me back to the hospital. "Of course! And don't worry about the payment. It's Rij's treat," Barra assured me. Now, I couldn't help but be intrigued. "Why is he making all this effort for his friend anyway?" I inquired, curious about why Rij was going all out for Rue. I’m not sure if Rue is actually a good person because, with me, he’s obviously not. So, I really don’t understand that he even has a good friend like Rij. And I knew that Rij and Rue were childhood best friends, but isn't this too much? Or did I just grow up in a different status and world? "Rue is not just my friend," Rij chimed in, catching me off guard as I hadn't realized he was listening. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "He's my buddy. And this isn't just for fun. We could say this is life or death for
RUE When Rij texted me about his crazy idea, I lost it. I mean, who wouldn't? He just dropped the bomb that he shelled out a whopping one billion dollars to hire a woman as my "tutor" in sex. Sure, he's loaded, but one billion? That's insane! And for what? He paid someone to be my tutor? Is he out of his mind? Maybe he's on some serious drugs, causing him to come up with such a ridiculous plan. A tutor for one billion? Seriously, I don't need a tutor. I'm not in preschool. I know a thing or two about sex; it's just that I've been having trouble reaching the finish line. Rij, you idiot! When he sent over the contract he made, I rushed to his company to have a serious talk with him and make him cancel this absurd idea. He was throwing away money for nothing! I get that he wants to help me, perhaps repay the kindness I showed him when we were younger, but this is too much! It's just plain nonsense. As I arrived at my friend's office, my eyes fell on two hard copies of the contract he
RUE "Are you still doubting my capabilities?" Tysha asked once more. This time, I found myself at a loss for words. She began walking towards me, and I remained rooted to my spot as if glued to the ground. I watched as she stopped right in front of me, closing our distance. Looking up at me with her doe eyes, she whispered slowly, "Why don't you try me? One month, Rue Colterzon. I can assure you that within a span of a month, you'll solve your problem with asexuality." I was about to be distracted by the way her hazel eyes stared at me, but then I realized what she had just said. My brows automatically furrowed. "How did you know about that?" I questioned. That damn Rij! Did he spill my secret on her?! Tysha decided to change the topic. "Deal? All you have to do is sign the contract and hire me," she continued to persuade me into something I wouldn't even consider doing. "I'm not signing that shit," I declared, standing my ground. She made a face as she pushed my chest. "You're
TYSHA "Deal." With that, I was successfully hired by my ex’s billionaire uncle. Barra: Should we enter now? Proceed to Plan B? I smiled when I received a message from Barra. I bet she and Rij were overthinking because I hadn’t left the office yet. Me: No need. That was my reply as I walked out of Rij's office, leaving Rue behind. I hugged my own copy of the contract that Rue and I had just signed. Yes, finally he signed the contract! After minutes of gaslighting and restraint. I should really reward myself for having the best gaslighting skills of all time. Convincing Rue to sign that contract required a level of manipulation that I didn't even know I possessed. It's not like I enjoy playing mind games, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Almost everything that came out of my mouth was a fabrication or a carefully crafted reason aimed at getting Rue's signature on that paper. The irony of it all is that I'm not exactly an expert in the subject matter – I haven't
TYSHA Staying up late, I had to figure out how to start this job. I ended up watching explicit videos just to learn something. Gosh, I didn't really think this through! I did not think about this consequence thoroughly! Late at night, I found myself in a weird spot. There I was, all by myself, scrolling through these explicit videos on my laptop. It felt like a strange research project like I'd entered a world I'd never thought I'd explore. "This is ridiculous. Can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered, realizing the lengths I was going for this job. The awkwardness of the situation was hitting me hard. As I clicked through each video, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider, peeking into something I had no clue about. "Okay, this is awkward. Focus, Tysha, it's for the job," I whispered to myself, attempting a self-pep talk. It was cringe-worthy, the whole situation. Watching those scenes unfold on my screen, I felt completely out of my depth. "I really hope nobody
RUE "You didn't have to have me fetched by a limousine!" Tysha exclaimed on the other end of the call. I could practically sense the embarrassment radiating through the phone as she spoke. I couldn't help but smirk; I had orchestrated this whole spectacle, and it was playing out just as I'd intended. She called me right after stepping into the car, and my driver didn't hold back in giving me the rundown on just how red Tysha turned due to sheer embarrassment. "What? Can't you just be grateful that someone fetched you?" I replied, feigning innocence as if humiliating her wasn't part of the plan. Deep down, I reveled in the success of my little scheme. "Thanks, but if this is going to be our setup every time, I'd rather book an Uber," Tysha sighed from the other end of the line. Her tone held a mix of annoyance and resignation, but I could tell she wasn't entirely serious. Despite her protests, a part of her probably acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. I chuckled, enjoying