Raised between three sexual beings, Son'Arrin, Rye McNamin and Arri., Rhyse McNamin would have thought he would have thought he would be more prepared for.. well.. sex. Oh, he knew more about the physical aspects of it then he cared to know and yet he could not grasp the emotional need of being inside of another or allowing another to become part of him. The young man found none of it appealing to his senses, at all. He was even self conscious enough to sit and imagine it all out, girls, boys, kids, adults, older people. Nothing struck that cord with him that resoneted so deeply that he wanted and craved contact. Rhyse was one of those few people that found pleasure in being alone, in watching the world go on around him, without him in it.

No, that was not true either. He did not find pleasure in such things. He was happier alone, true, but he didn't want the world to go on. Hate filled Rhyse at the thought of others being happy to the point where he would love nothing more to light a match and end it all for everyone. Then maybe he could find true pleasure?

Then there were his sisters. His twin sisters, as he was the only boy in a set of triplets. He resent them so greatly, that it was hard to feel anything at all for them other than sheer annoyance at their very presence in his life. On top of everything he hated about them, they seemed to ooze sex in spades and spades and spades. They did it without seemingly needing to stop and think about what they were doing. Everyone loved them, wanted to be near them, to just glen a bit of their perfection for themselves and he felt so ugly next to them. Why would anyone notice him when they shone so brightly that he just faded off into the background.

It had not been until the other night while sitting in a bar with the girls, Danni and Rissa, watching them being asked to dance over and over, dragged off when it was supposed to be their time together. They had promised to spend the night with him and there he was, left to sit at the bar, glaring at the mirrors and rows of alcohol, wanting a drink that his skin prickled with that need to grab a bottle and go off into a dark corner.  When Danni came back, sweaty and panting, reaching out for her drink, she stared at him, blinked a few times as if surprised to see that he was there Rhyse lost his temper.

"I am leaving." The announcement out before he had time to really think about what he was saying.

"Rhyse!" the dark haired woman started, "Don't be like this. Come out and dance with us..." Danni reached out to grab for her brother's arm, "Stop being such a prick. Maybe if you--"

Shaking off her arm, "There is not enough room in your life for me. Tonight proved it. I am done with you and Rissa and everyone else." Rhyse picked up his trench coat, flipped it over his arm, turned and walked out of the bar and into the cool night, not stopping to argue with the pissed off woman he was leaving behind. No doubt she was running over to Rissa to tell her what had happened and soon enough it would get back to their father and there would be shit to go home too.

Growling as he stood outside the bar, tipping his head backwards, to enjoy the cool breath of the night over his sweaty brow, letting his senses clear out before shrugging into the buff colored coat. Left out. Wholly. Utterly. Left out. Closed out. His mind running over everything that had gone on insides of the bar, it was not the first time he had been made to feel less than human. Not a one of those other women had come up to him to ask if he wanted to dance or a drink.  Was he that horrible? Off putting? Did not a one in the world around him want to see what was under his surface?

What the hell was he saving himself for, anyways? Maybe that was what was lacking? Well... maybe once he knew what others were talking about, it would sate him and he could... just... join the fun? As it seemed that everything in his sisters' lives could be fixed with sex, why not for him too? Why not just submit and get it over with and be done with it?

God, that sounded so cold, but then again, was he not a cold man? A calculating one? An asshole of the highest caliber that had gotten off on other people's tears. And who said he needed that emotional connection for sex? Lifting a brow as he thought it over in his head, there was no need for it. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Rhyse shuffled down the street, thoughts growing twisted with every step, Why did he have to feel anything for anyone when the feelings were less than likely to be returned to him?

Hire someone.

The thought rolled through his mind before he recalled the business his step-mother ran. There was another one that ran in competition to her own. If he went there...  Turning the idea over, he would not be known and would not have to deal with the knowing looks of his family. There were some things that a man would like to keep private and away from the public knowledge of his family. There were things about himself that he did not care to share at all with anyone. It was safer.


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It had taken a bit of nerve building to come to The Dark Escape, not to mention a bit of work at locating the unmarked building in a rather uncharted space of the city where people could get lost without worry of being seen. And the fact that he hid that he was here, staring up at the dark building of three of four floors, gods, the twins were such-- He wanted to strangle them for always sticking the fucking noses into his shit. It was none of their... and then to run off to father and Son. The headache throbbed already. Pressing his blunted nailed into the palms of his hand, he moved forward, taking the steps two at a time until he reached the front door. Shoving it open, Rhyse had not been sure what he would find on the other side of that black glass stared at the woman that stared at him from her seat at a rather large desk. To her right and left where halls, but the right side held a set of stairs that lead up to only the gods knew what. And to the left, there was the sound of low music a blurred words. The place was dark, deep, masculine in design, it suited him, Rhyse thought as he stalked up to the woman that seemed to be waiting on him to do something.

Growling lowly at her, she still did nothing more then blink. Huffing out a breath when ... he could do nothing more then inspire a bored look from the nonpulsed woman behind the desk. Fine.. "I want to get laid." There... he said it. Having little idea what else he had to say to get a response from the stupid bitch.

The woman stared at him more.

"What?" Snapping the word out tersely, suddenly wanting to snap her neck.

The woman tried not to smile, it was a good thing she did not as she would have had her face ripped out. "Well, sir, it is not exactly how we do things here... You have to be approved to be here and use the courtisans... and as you are not a member, you will have to make an appointment... Where are you going?"

Rhyse, having decided to fuck it, he did not need this shit, he could live with being a virgin for the rest of his life. Sex was not all that important at all. "Odviously, I am leaving. I have decided that it's too much hassle to be bothered with off my virginity... I am just going to hold on it and be happy that I... do not have to suffer... whatever... horrors you have plotted. Thanks... But no thanks."

Alright, he was a virgin? Tall, dark and growling? The man oozed sexual appeal, eyes roaming over the male that had come in the door like a storm that blew in out of the harbors without warning. His pale skin like that of a vampire, only to seem white with all that inky black hair that reached the bottom of the man's pert ass, cut to frame the face of a demented angel. Candi wondered if someone had reached into her darkest dreams and brought to life this sharply featured male just to torment her. His face was sculpted to perfection, high cheek bones, straight nose, strong jaw, full lips, and his eyes, black as sin. It was as if he could see straight through her like she was not there at all. His height was nearly unparalled next to most of the men that came in here, he was easily over six foot. And she bet anything, under that buff colored trench coat, those broad shoulders were corded  with muscles that begged to be touched. Whoever this man was, he was sure to put Adonis into the blush. The man moved like a God, spoke in a timber that shook her to her bones and he was a ...A virgin?

Snorting a little at his darkening face, "Sure Thing Sweet Cakes... You are a virgin just looking for a good time. Not likely." Making a note in the book about the man's arrival and claims should he come back and make claims again.