Shower And Scram

"Huh? Innocent and pure male god?" Albrey Hamilton's cold, thin lips brush Oakley's cheeks gently, his hand gripping the person's pale and smooth chin.

"Very funny, isn't it?" Albrey Hamilton's hand ruffles the hair of the person beneath him, tousling it.

"Aren't you just a plaything?" Albrey Hamilton sneers coldly and domineeringly, capturing the lips of the person beneath him.

Immediately, Albrey pins down the person's waist and thrusts into the person fiercely, creating a loud papapa noise that resounds in the low-key luxurious room.

Oakley's eyes and face redden, which isn't known if it's due to pleasure, fury, or embarrassment.

Oakley's eyes pool with tears that slip past his cheeks rapidly, yet he only bites his lower lip, a stubborn and defying expression on his face.

Oakley refuses to part his lips, speak, or acknowledge the person hovering over him while speaking cruel words.

"Naive." Albrey's thin lips curve upward in a cynical disparage.

"How do you think your fans will react when they discover their pure idol sold his body to become famous?" Albrey sneers coldly, his eyes darkening with coldness at Oakley's silence.

Oakley stiffens after hearing the ridiculing word that emits from Albrey's lips.

But in the next minute, Oakley bites his lower lip and closes his eyes while acting motionless. If he ignores it, perhaps it'll end soon.

Seeing this, Albrey Hamilton's eyes turn cold, and his eyes flash with unwillingness. "Silence, huh?" He presses the person's waist down firmly and takes him very fiercely and coldly.

Unable to take the above person's fierceness, Oakley's hand flies toward Albrey Hamilton's shoulders, and his eyes redden.

Oakley bursts into loud tears, and he begins to cry loudly and pitifully.

Upon seeing the person finally reacting, Albrey's mind gradually becomes calm and his eyes soften.

Albrey Hamilton lowers his head and gently trails a soft kiss on the person's face to kiss away the person's tears. He hates being unable to move the person or get a reaction from the person.

Albrey captures Oakley's lips and gently kisses and nibbles on the person's lips as if to coax the person underneath him.

Oakley's body trembles, yet he shuts his eyes and continues to ignore Albrey Hamilton.

Albrey Hamilton's eyes flicker, and he captures Oakley's sensitive earlobe.

Albrey expertly licks Oakley's sensitive earlobe before lightly trailing kisses down the person's neck, causing Oakley to tremble and emit pleasured cries.

Albrey Hamilton's lips curve upward, and he utters in a husky and deep voice, "Throwing tantrums?"

Oakley opens his eyes to reveal exceptionally reddened and watery eyes. Oakley sniffs pitifully and shakes his head fiercely.

Throwing tantrums? Oakley doesn't dare. After all, he's just a toy and a plaything, as Albrey said.

Oakley sniffs, and he cries out in a hoarse and pitiful voice, "Dare not."

Albrey Hamilton's brows furrow slightly, but in the next second, it disappears, giving one the illusion that it was just one's thought.

Immediately the person releases him; Oakley lowers his head and stands up while wincing.

It's not Albrey's fault, is it? Oakley is the one who messes up the first time. Oakley is the one who has to reach out to Albrey for help.

Oakley is already used to it. Why should he care about any ridiculing from Albrey? Hasn't it always been like that? Yet Oakley's eyes can't help lowering in shame.

Only if Oakley hadn't gone to the person after that time, he'd never have experienced this type of humiliation.

But...

Except for this person, who is willing to help him? Oakley bites his lower lip to suppress the painful sob and the hot tears that threaten to slip.

Albrey's eyes darken, and his Adam's apple bobs. The person being like this... very enticing.

Even though Albrey has the person beneath him all night, it feels as if he hasn't tasted him yet.

Oakley's conscious or unconscious action could stir Albrey's hunger!

Albrey stands up and suddenly wraps his hands around Oakley's smooth waist, grabbing the person from behind. His towering figure condescending over Oakley's smaller frame

Albrey lowers his head to lick, kiss, and suck Albrey's neck, leaving his mark. "Can't bear to let your body go, but that person will be here a few days from now. Does our contract end now?"

Upon hearing Albrey Hamilton's words, Oakley stiffens, and his eyes gradually become dazed.

Of course, what is Oakley thinking? He isn't the high and aloof, unreachable young master anymore.

Now, Oakley is nothing but a toy for Albrey Hamilton to control, and what binds them together is just a contract.

Oakley looks down at his feet. He seems to have overestimated his worth. He seems to have overestimated his worth to Albrey.

Albrey Hamilton continues kissing the smaller male enthusiastically as if he didn't notice the stiffened person in his hand.

Oakley's heart clenches with pain, and he slowly lifts his hand to touch his chest. It seems like falling in love. It hurts a lot.

Albrey Hamilton effortlessly lifts Oakley up and directly carries the weightless and small male in a bridal style.

Albrey strides toward the bathroom in a long and fast stride, his towering figure very domineering, his deep black eyes fixating on the small male in his arms.

However, Oakley's eyes didn't focus nor land on Albrey. It's as if Oakley didn't even notice Albrey Hamilton.

Albrey's sword-like brows furrow slightly. He stretches his fingers and grabs Oakley's chin.

Albrey captures the person's lips in order to stir a response from Oakley.

But it's as if Oakley was a log; Albrey is unable to stir a response from the person.

Albrey's eyes gradually turn cold, and a fierce aura bursts out of him.

SPLASH!

The sudden, fierce plunging of Oakley into the bathtub resounds in the bathroom.

"Shower and scram," Albrey pronounces in a domineering and bone-chilling voice.

Albrey stands straight and turns without taking a glance at the person in the bathtub.

It's as if the person is very irritating, and taking a look at Oakley will pollute Albrey's existence. Immediately, Albrey strode out of the bathroom.

Oakley's eyelashes quiver, and his body trembles. He gently raises his hand to reveal a bruised wrist.

Oakley was defenseless in Albrey Hamilton's arms earlier, so when Albrey Hamilton threw him into the water, his wrist hit the bathtub.

Oakley winces in pain and simply rinses his body to avoid staying longer than the allocated minutes and infuriating the person.

Oakley picks up his clothes that were discarded around the room while suppressing the urge to cry out in pain. He puts them on hastily, picks up his phone, wallet, and keys, and descends the stairs.

Immediately, Oakley enters his car and drives out of the compound at 3:43 a.m. It's 4:05 a.m. Oakley arrives at his villa.

Since no one is in existence, Oakley is able to express himself freely by walking to the mansion with a limp without suppressing his groan. He scans his fingerprint and pushes the door open.

Oakley strides toward the bedroom and is about to throw his phone on the bed when it lets out a message alert.

Even without opening the inbox, Oakley knows what text he receives from Albrey. Still, Oakley taps on the message.

Oakley sees that Albrey sent a first-tier international blockbuster drama invitation, which is bound to start shooting a few months from now.

If Oakley acts in the drama, Oakley's identity as the Film Emperor will solidify, and he'll be a global legend in the entertainment industry.

'Innocent and pure male god? Very funny, isn't it? Aren't you just a plaything?'

Upon thinking about it, isn't Oakley's life very hilarious? To others, Oakley is a revered star, but deep down he's just a toy that is ready to be cast away anytime.

How is Oakley different from those newbie or veteran stars who sell themselves to fat and greasy old adults so they can become or continue being stars?

It's just that Albrey Hamilton is a trifling force to be reckoned with, and he's young and handsome.

But at the same time, isn't it very disgusting?

After all, everything is about to solidify.

Staying in front of the camera with such a fake image is really tiring.

Oakley has persisted and worked hard for over four years.

Perhaps. Maybe it's time to take a break. Thinking about it, Albrey doesn't need him anymore.

It's best to return the blockbuster drama invitation. And they won't owe each other in the future.

Oakley directly deletes the message he receives from Albrey and simply types, [No need.]

Oakley directly throws his phone onto the bed and limps toward the bathroom.

Because Oakley is in a hurry so as to avoid annoying Albrey, Oakley simply rinses his body and wears his clothes.

In the morning, Oakley has a drama to shoot. If Oakley isn't careful, he might get sick.

Oakley strides toward the bathroom to shower and then walks to the bed. His eyes land on his wrist, which has now gotten bruised.

But in the next second, Oakley's gaze shifts, and he sees that he didn't receive another text from the person.

Of course, Albrey Hamilton is condescending and domineering and doesn't care about a toy's feelings.

It's Oakley's choice to accept or not.