CHAPTER 2: DETERMINED

JULIAN'S POV 

Opening my eyes, I yawned loudly and wiped my face. My fingers went down my sore waist, and I frowned from the pain that came from there. 

I searched the room with my eyes, wanting to see the perpetrator, but surprisingly, he was nowhere to be found. 

I sat down in bed, a frown settling on my face as I tried to endure the pain that came from my movement. Did he really leave? I knew it was only a one-night thing, but did he have to be so heartless? He just left the moment he woke up!

I shook my head, feeling bad for those who might have fallen for such a heartless man, and right then, my eyes fell on the paper that was on the pillow beside me and I raised a brow. 

Picking up the paper, I was surprised to see very good handwritten words, which I immediately knew were from the handsome stranger, and a smile unknowingly formed on my face. 

"I already ordered breakfast for you; just notify the waiters when you wake up, and it will be delivered to the room. Also, don't forget to continue applying the medicine so the wound can heal faster. Take care," 

His words weren't much, but they somehow made me feel warm at heart, and I happily kept the paper behind my phone, which was on the stand beside the bed. 

I dragged my feet toward the bed, not bothering to check my phone as I already knew who would have called and who wouldn't... hm. 

I entered the bathroom, had a long, nice bath, and returned to the room to dress up again. I pressed the indoor phone, and not long after, I heard a knock on the door. 

"Come in," I said to the person. 

The door opened, revealing two officially dressed men, tall and imposing as they came in with the breakfast that had been ordered, creating a strange atmosphere. 

They bowed their heads, and without saying a word, they served the food on the table that was at the center of the room and turned around to leave immediately. 

I watched them close the door, and only then did I feel better. I limped toward the couch, a hand on my waist, and my other hand stretched forward to support my waist. Not only was my waist hurting, but my butthole hurt so much that I felt I could cry, but I was very hungry, too. 

I placed a pillow on the already soft couch before I could finally sit and eat.

After I was done, I picked up my phone only to see multiple missed calls from my manager, who must have spent last night in tears when he didn't see me. My heart felt troubled for him, and I dialed his line. 

"I sent the address already. Come pick me up there," I said and ended the call, not waiting for his scolding. 

I took my leave, made my way toward the address I sent to my manager, and not even an hour later, I saw my black car parked in front of me. The door was pushed open, and a tall, sunny man rushed out. He grabbed my hands, checking me all over. "What happened to you? Why do you look so pale?" He asked, his eyes showing his concern. 

I shook my head, gesturing for him to help me into the car. "I'm okay. I just feel a bit tired and will be okay after a rest," I replied, not wanting to talk about the wild night I had. 

Though I wanted to brag about not being a virgin anymore, I knew my manager wasn't in a good mood, so I decided to stop. 

"That bastard Fred, how dare he do that to you? You've been with him for two years and even helped him discreetly. Now that he thinks he is more popular than you, he thinks he can act anyhow? I wished I was there when it happened, I would have killed him!" Abel, my manager, hit the steering wheel as he lamented. 

I listened, a bitter taste in my mouth, and my eyes turned slightly red. 

"You think I can be with a 3rd rate star like you? Wise up, Julian. You aren't worth much anymore!"

Those words hurt like mad. For someone I had sacrificed so much for, that was the last thing I ever expected to hear from him. Not even immediately after he won the Best Male Actor of the Year award...

Fred and I started dating in my second year in university. As a genius child, I had a very fast education, and at 18, I was already in my second year, which caused envy in the hearts of many. 

Fred came into my life, making me feel like he was someone I could always rely on, and I trusted him. I gave him my heart and loved him dearly. 

Even after I graduated early this year, I still followed him, leaving behind my family's business to become a star but yesterday, which was supposed to be our 2nd anniversary, and the day he received an award, I met Fred fucking a girl!

"I've always liked girls," He said to me, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery. 

I couldn't believe it. He came to me first, and he asked me out first, so why?

"I asked you out because of a bet I made with my friends, thinking you would never agree, but who would have expected that your cold appearance was just a disguise? You fell so hard that it made me helpless, and I even had to stay with you for two long years. Don't you feel bad for me?"

"If I was your older brother, would you want me to continue being miserable just because I want to be good to someone?" 

I had never been so humiliated in my life. I couldn't even shed a tear as I stared at Fred and the lady laughing and insulting me.

With a pained heart, I decided to visit a bar, and for the first time in my life, I tried a one-night stand with a stranger, trying to let everything go...

I shook my head. I shouldn't dwell much on such thoughts. 

Fred was my mistake, and now, I should focus more on paving a path for myself. In this entertainment industry, making a name for myself wasn't that hard at all...

"Abel," I called, my expression cold. 

"Hm?" Abel looked at me. He looked very troubled. 

"I will accept the role of second male lead in that FESTERING HEART drama," 

"Huh?"