I never expected that after my sugar daddy went bankrupt, he would shamelessly move into my tiny 450 square foot apartment and demand that I support him instead. One night, he even boldly crawled into my bed after showering. I sat up in shock, pushing away that devastatingly handsome face, and tried to sound nonchalant as I said: “Let’s just sleep, okay? Nothing more.” His hot breath tickled my neck as he turned off the bedside lamp with one hand and untied my robe with the other, whispering: “Let’s do more than sleep. I’m up for anything. Besides, your personal trainer said you need more exercise.” (A story of a soft and vulnerable sugar baby vs a secretly scheming sugar daddy) “Is it hot in the car? Do you want to take off your clothes?” As he asked, the man glanced at my nervous expression in the rearview mirror and lowered the air conditioning temperature. “It’s fine, I’m not hot,” I said, biting my lip and clutching my coat tighter, grateful that the darkness could hide my flushed face. The car slowly drove up towards the villa on the hillside. It was the height of summer, and underneath my coat I was wearing a form-fitting cheongsam dress with a slit that revealed my pale thighs. I had just finished filming a Republican-era drama scene where I played a coquettish and manipulative concubine. I had to keep calling the male lead “my lord” over and over until the director finally yelled cut. My voice was hoarse from all the takes. You see, I’m a D-list actress who can only get bit parts playing villains. And the man driving me to his house now… He’s Alexander Blake, a former A-list actor renowned for his looks and talent, now working behind the scenes as a producer. Two hours ago, he had cornered me backstage after I finished filming, close enough that I could feel his breath. My heart raced – was this the casting couch moment I’d been waiting for? But he spoke without emotion: “I’m living alone here and feeling lonely. I’ll pay you this much per month to move into my villa. What do you say?” The amount he showed me was more than I’d ever seen, even in my wildest dreams. A rich CEO says he’s lonely and needs company. My first thought was that he wanted me as his mistress. I couldn’t do something so unethical, so I cautiously asked: “Are you… married?” “I’m single,” he replied. Hmm. I looked him up and down. This muscular man did seem to have strong hormones and needs. His long lashes lowered, seeming impatient. “Yes or no?” “I accept,” I said quickly. Even a second of hesitation would be disrespectful to such a lucrative offer. Rich, handsome, and muscular – who would refuse such a win-win deal? Inside the villa, Alexander emerged from the shower. His V-neck bathrobe revealed toned abs and defined pecs. Water droplets slid down his forehead, trailing lower. Looking up, that cold, forbidden face was breathtakingly beautiful. I had to close my eyes, it was too dazzling. Good lord, how did I get so lucky to be the sugar baby of such a perfect specimen? If I were a rich woman, I’d have no problem being his sugar mama! Alexander glanced at me expressionlessly and ordered me to go shower. “Make sure to wear the cheongsam hanging in the closet when you’re done.” “Got it, got it.” He seemed to really like women in cheongsams. That’s probably why he chose me today. No problem, I’ll do whatever he wants. When in Rome, right? The sky blue cheongsam hugged my curves in all the right places, oozing sensuality. I vaguely recalled wearing a similar style for a magazine shoot last year. He patted his leg, his tone coaxing. “Come here.” I obediently went over and sat on his lap, barefoot. The cheongsam he gave me fit like it was custom-made, perfectly conforming to my body. The style was quite risqué though. Short where it should be long, missing buttons where there should be buttons… Alexander admired me appreciatively for a while, then swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. For the next few hours, I wondered if he had chewed some kind of energy gum. He fully embodied that ad slogan about lasting all night. He gripped my ankles tightly, seeming to hold back anger as he thrust forcefully and said: “Call me ‘my lord’.” I had been covering my face in embarrassment, but hearing this made me confused. Was he getting into character? I could only play along and whimper softly like a mosquito: “My lord.” Alexander narrowed his eyes and scoffed coldly: “TessaBrown, no wonder you can’t get any good roles. Your acting is so amateurish. You were so enthusiastic calling that other guy ‘my lord’ on set earlier today.” I frowned, finding his words strange. But as a proper sugar baby, I summoned all my acting skills and called out in a coy, trembling voice: “My lord~” Unexpectedly, my breathy tone seemed to make him melt. Without another word, he flipped me over. Two hours later when I went to shower, my legs were still trembling. I couldn’t help looking at myself in the mirror. Porcelain skin, a delicate chin, red lips curved slightly upwards, adding a touch of allure to my otherwise sweet features. If I weren’t so desperate, I wouldn’t have resorted to making money this way.
As a drama school graduate, I had been struggling to make it in the entertainment industry on my own merits. Though I was a newcomer, my career had been on the rise. But I couldn’t escape the jealousy of my competitors. One “diva behavior” scandal, even though I was innocent, was enough to tank my reputation and career. Not only did I end up owing a ton in contract breach fees, I could barely afford my $200 monthly rent. Due to a performance clause I had signed with my agency early on, the penalty for failure was astronomical. If I couldn’t pay it off in time, I would go to jail. Alexander was like a godsend, solving my urgent money problems. I secretly rejoiced. To be honest, he was the reason I entered showbiz in the first place. He was my favorite actor. He once insisted on doing his own stunts and got badly injured in a wire accident, which forced him to retire from acting. I never imagined that one day we would become secret lovers like this. The next morning when I woke up, he was already gone. There was just a new message notification on my phone. “Breakfast is in the microwave. Heat it up yourself.” His profile picture was an unopened black umbrella, fitting his cold and aloof image. Though he was anything but cold and aloof on the inside. I shuffled to the kitchen in my slippers, lazily getting up to grab a cold soda from the fridge. Just as I entered the dining room, I ran into an elegant middle-aged woman. With a sandwich in my mouth and dishes in both hands, I didn’t even have time to adjust my loose pajamas to cover the hickeys on my neck. She smiled and said: “I rarely see Alexander smile, but he was this morning. So he finally brought a girl home.” I was so shocked I nearly choked on my soda. So this is… his mother? “I never thought my son liked to keep his girlfriends hidden away. If I hadn’t come to check on him, I would’ve thought he didn’t like girls at all.” The woman chatted with me for a while longer as I awkwardly tried to respond. Finally, she left me with a beautiful little Louis Vuitton suitcase, whispering as she left: “This suitcase is a welcome gift for you. What’s inside is for Alexander. Young people in love should still be careful, you know.” After she left, I nervously opened the suitcase to find box after box of condoms… Ugh, why do I have to experience both incredible luck and incredible embarrassment all at once?
A month later, it seemed my obedience and good behavior had moved my sugar daddy. Alexander specially picked out a script and got me a role – the third female lead. It was the best opportunity I’d had since entering the industry. I smiled and accepted this unearned fruit. After all, only I could put up with such a demanding and eccentric benefactor. As a D-list actress, my agent had abandoned me after my reputation tanked, leaving me to fend for myself and take whatever small jobs I could get. Before this, I was so broke I couldn’t even pay my electricity bill. I had to swallow my pride and film a cheesy commercial holding some sketchy male enhancement product, smiling awkwardly. People online savagely mocked me for “selling out.” But after joining this new production, I faced an even bigger challenge. According to the director’s shooting schedule, the very first scene we were filming was a kissing scene and… a love scene. When I heard the news, I was stunned. Starting off with something so risqué? “It’s just implied, darling. We need to hint at the passion without showing too much. Tessa dear, many starlets became famous overnight by doing nude scenes. This is just simulated, it’s nothing,” the middle-aged female director said, patting my shoulder reassuringly. I don’t know why, but I sensed a hint of an odd smile in her gaze. I bit my lip. This director had won numerous international awards. Getting a supporting role in her film was already the best opportunity of my career. So I reluctantly agreed. However, when we actually started filming, the male actor took off his clothes and the director complained that he didn’t have enough abs to look good on camera. She wanted to use a body double for the close-up shots. “His physique is too poor. Our male lead is supposed to be an avid horseback rider and archer. We need at least an eight-pack,” she said. But where would we find a body double on such short notice? I started to panic. Just as it seemed the scene would fall apart, Alexander, who was there as a producer, quietly stepped forward. “I’ll do it,” he said. He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly. As he moved closer, he whispered in a barely audible voice: “Besides, after all our practice, we’re the most compatible, wouldn’t you say, Tessa?” I had a feeling he planned this on purpose. Because what was supposed to be a two-minute kissing and love scene in the script ended up taking the entire afternoon to film due to his various uncooperative antics. He was playing the body double for the male lead, while I played the concubine having a secret affair with him. Behind red silk curtains, wearing only a short embroidered top, I giggled coquettishly: “My lord, the flowers in the imperial garden bloom easily when watered daily. You’re so much better than that old emperor. I’m sure I’ll be with child soon~” His kisses rained down on my brow, lips, trailing down to my collarbone. He swallowed hard and growled, “Good girl.” Even though we had done this for real countless times, I still felt embarrassed in front of the cameras. My skin broke out in goosebumps. After an entire afternoon of exhausting myself to the point of being drenched in sweat with a flushed face, the female director finally yelled “Cut!” with a huge grin. She went over to show Alexander the playback footage. “Mr. Blake, are you satisfied with this?” she asked with a sly smile. He watched the playback seriously, then calmly glanced at my swollen red lips. “Not bad. I’m very satisfied.” Damn it! What exactly are you satisfied with?! To be honest though, aside from his slightly kinky bedroom preferences, Alexander treated me very well as his sugar baby. In addition to strongly supporting my acting career, he also got me an annual gym membership, telling me to build some muscle. He said I needed better stamina to handle the grueling schedule of a busy actress in the future. “Your core strength is too weak,” he said casually, roughly kneading my waist. “It needs work.” I clutched the thin black and gold membership card in my hand and retorted: “I’m not an action movie actress. Why do I need such strong abs?”
With Alexander’s help, I worked overtime rushing from set to set. Not only did my reputation gradually improve, I even earned the nickname “Iron Woman” for my work ethic. In just three months, I managed to pay off the huge penalty that was about to come due. Being debt-free felt amazing. The day I paid it off, I was so moved I cried tears of joy. That night, I insisted on treating my sugar daddy to drinks. Seeing how happy I was, Alexander didn’t refuse. But he probably regretted it soon after. He frowned as I made him ride in a rickety three-wheeled taxi, winding through narrow alleys. “I just paid off my debt, so I can’t afford to treat you to anything fancy. This is my favorite hole-in-the-wall place from college – they have the best spicy lamb soup. I wanted you to try it,” I said with a grin. On the tiny wooden table, I opened a few bottles of beer and boldly handed him one, chugging straight from the bottle myself. As the alcohol kicked in, I saw Alexander’s fingers tracing the beer bottle, the smile fading from his lips. “Tessa Brown, I’m bankrupt,” he said abruptly. It took me a moment to process his words. “What kind of joke is that? You’re a real-life tycoon. How could you go bankrupt just from helping me pay off my measly debt?” I tugged at his suit sleeve, laughing. But as I laughed, I realized something was off. Alexander downed an entire bottle of beer, then suddenly looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot. He said he lost everything betting on the World Cup. He bet all his liquid assets on Argentina in the match against Saudi Arabia, but it was a huge upset. I was stunned. I never imagined that someone as rational and composed as him would be such a rabid sports fan. “My other assets are either tied up in the stock market or frozen. My father was furious and seized the villas under my name too,” he said flatly. He said that starting today, he could no longer support me. He seemed to say something else after that, but I was too dazed to catch it. I only remember patting his shoulder and brazenly declaring: “Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. If you have nowhere to live, you can stay at my place. I’ll be your sugar mama.” Afterwards, I even seriously pulled up my home address on my phone to show him! Alexander’s lips curved into a smile, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, his voice husky as he said: “Alright.” That passionate kiss sobered me up instantly. I quickly scrambled out of his embrace, my face burning. He raised an eyebrow. “We’re so familiar with each other by now. Why are you still shy?” “Bro, I don’t think we’re that close,” I said with a forced smile, pushing him away. He snorted, forcefully wrapping an arm around my waist, and said cryptically:
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