CHAPTER 2: REWARD

In the silent room, only a figure lay in bed, sprawled uncomfortably while letting out a painful groan. 

The sound of a phone alarm disrupted the silence, and the figure quietly opened his eyes, his fingers searching for his phone. Picking up his phone, his eyes caught the time, and he panicked a bit. "Damn it," He cursed lowly. 

Brewster tried to stand up from the bed, ignoring the dizziness and burning in his body. He knew he couldn't stay in the room much longer. He had things to do for the day... However, his body wouldn't let him. 

He felt heavier than normal, his chest felt uncomfortable, and his eyes were hot, as if he was about to cry even though he knew he wasn't___ He felt sick. 

He shook his head slightly, and headaches made him wince, but he forced himself up from the bed. His legs felt weak when they touched the ground, and his waist was at the breaking point. He groaned in pain, his eyes grew hotter, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to drag his legs toward the bathroom for a quick bath. 

Taking a step forward, Brewster felt something sliding down his thigh. It felt cold, extremely cold against his burning skin, and it made him flinch. He lowered his head to see, and a frown crossed his face when he saw the unwashed semen from last night dripping from his back hole. 

He had no idea when the man's dick left his hole last night. Heck, he wondered if he even let him go all through the night. He had fainted, and the man had let him be without bothering to clean him up. 

"What a jerk." Brewster cursed. 

He rubbed his forehead, feeling even more irritated as he forced his way toward the bathroom, where he had a long bath, washing everywhere possible on his body. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw Jim, his agent, waiting for him. 

"You're out." Jim's crispy voice reached his ears, and he nodded. "Oh goodness. Are you running a fever? You look so pale!" Jim cried. He walked over to Brewster's side and touched his head, his eyes showing distress. 

Brewster forced a smile and shook his head. "I'm just a little exhausted. I will be fine." Saying that, he walked toward the bed to dress up. 

Jim looked at his back, his eyes filled with sadness. "I told you, Brewster. You don't have to do this..." He clenched his fist as he said. 

Brewster, with his back turned to Jim, paused for a moment and smiled bitterly, "We've been duped, Brother Jimmy. Life isn't fair to us, and this is our only way." He replied and continued putting on his clothes. 

Jim lowered his eyes, the rims turning red. "I'm sorry, Brewster. I should have been more capable." 

"I never blamed you. You've always done your best." Brewster replied and walked toward the door. "We should leave. I need a change of clothes." He no longer wanted to stay in the room. 

Jim seemed to understand his intention. He nodded his head, packed their phones, and led Brewster out of the room. 

Getting into the car, Jim didn't waste time as he quickly drove out of the grand hotel. "Take that script beside you and go through it." He told Brewster, who was sitting beside him. 

Brewster's heart raced. He stretched his fingers to pick up the script and gently opened it. "It's Director Williams' drama." He pointed out, his surprise not hidden. 

This was a very well-known director in the industry!

Jim nodded, his eyes focused on the road. "You are taking up the third male lead role." 

Brewster's eyes widened. He stared at the script in his hand, unable to believe his ears. Third male lead... third male lead?

He was only an 18th-tier star. He hadn't even acted a supporting role, and he was directly given a third male lead role...

"Mr. Ace invested in the drama and requested that you take up the third male lead role." Jim's words poured a bucket of ice on Brewster, and his body stiffened. 

His excited eyes dimmed considerably, and his hands clenched into fists. 

'Silly." He scoffed inwardly. 'Why wasn't I thinking about that before?' His eyes grew teary. 'I earned this with my body.'

Brewster wiped his eyes, trying to hold back his tears. He knew he shouldn't cry. In fact, he should be grateful to Mr Ace, who didn't treat him like other wealthy men treated his fellow artists. He should appreciate him for respecting him enough to rent a suite for their first time and then giving him a third male lead role. 

He knew he had it better than most. He knew others would be terribly jealous of him if they knew about his ordeal...

That was the world he stepped into...

Brewster sighed. His life used to be peaceful. He used to be spoiled. He used to act just like his age and play with friends...

Brewster collapsed in his bed weakly. His body felt so exhausted that he didn't even want to do anything else. "I will just sleep for a while..." He mumbled as he dozed off. 

It was a vibration from his phone that woke him up, and he picked up his phone. He saw a message from an unknown number.

*Meet me at the Star Hotel. Suite 1.*

The message was short, but it conveyed everything that needed to be known. Brewster knew it was Mr Ace who needed him again___

He checked the time the message was sent and realized it was almost an hour already. He had slept from noon to night... Shit!

He forced himself up the bed, ignoring the dizziness, and quickly changed his clothes before rushing out of the house. 

He couldn't be late. He couldn't let go of the golden thigh.

Brewster did all he could, and twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of suite 1, as instructed in the message. 

He knocked on the door. 

"Come in." The door opened, and an icy voice reached his ears. 

Brewster swallowed and slowly walked in. Mr Ace seemed angry...

He saw Ace sitting on a couch in the room. His eyes lowered as usual as he played with his phone without sparing Brewster a glance. "Strip." He ordered, but his voice was colder than usual. 

Brewster trembled. "I'm... I'm sorry. I was..."

"Strip." Ace interrupted and ordered again. 

Brewster sucked in a deep breath and began removing his clothes. He wasn't wearing much to begin with. He took off his shirt and removed his trousers, leaving his shorts on. 

"Strip." The man ordered again, and Brewster's eyes twitched. 

He bit his tongue and held his shorts. 'He isn't staring. I can just do it...' He hyped himself and removed the shorts at once___

Just then, Ace raised his head, and seeing the naked boy in front of him, his eyes betrayed a hint of lust. He slowly stood up and unzipped his pants, bringing out his hot cock. "Turn around." He ordered. 

Brewster's body shook violently, but he still turned around. He soon felt an arm wrapped around his waist, and his butt was perked up. A hot member pressed against his entrance, and he felt a forceful intrusion. 

"Argh!!!" Brewster screamed. Tears rolled down his face as the pain threatened to throw his body into collapse. 

The man grunted and thrust again. "You are my toy. You don't get to keep me waiting for you." He whispered into Brewster's ears as he increased the speed of his intrusion. 

He invaded Brewster's body, his member getting larger with each cry of Brewster, and he thrust faster. 

"Lowly. I bought you." He growled. 

"You are my slave." 

He grunted and pressed Brewster against the wall. He flipped him over and raised his leg, ready to press his cock on his entrance again. However, something was wrong. The boy wasn't crying anymore... He wasn't moving either. 

He collapsed?

'What a waste.' Ace cursed.