Chet never thought he'd reach the point of selling his body. But when his mother's condition worsened and the hospital bills kept piling up, he had no other choice.
His job wasn't enough anymore, and every door he knocked on stayed closed. Friends turned him away, pretending not to hear the sorrow in his voice.
Except one who didn't offer money, but instead gave him someone who could help him.
Mr. Lutan. One of the city's most powerful directors. Rich, connected, and the kind of man who could make problems disappear... for a price.
Their meeting was set at one of the most exclusive private clubs in the city.
A place where only the rich and famous walked through the doors. Chet wasn't meant to be there, but he entered with Mr. Lutan—only for the man to be pulled away by a sudden call, leaving Chet alone at the bar.
He sat quietly, trying to hold himself together. But the weight of everything hit him at once, and tears came.
That's when someone noticed him.
A well-dressed man approache him he's Yim Dusit's manager, though Chet didn't know it yet, and he asked gently.
"Are you okay?"
One question was all it took for Chet to break. He spilled everything: the debt, his mother, his hopelessness.
The manager listened, then asked, "Can you keep a secret?"
Without hesitation, Chet nodded. "Yes."
"I'm going to take you to someone. No matter what happens, even if you recognize him… act like you don't." He agreed.
He asked, "What am I supposed to do with this person?"
The man looked at him and calmly replied, "What did you come here to do in the first place?"
Chet paused, then lowered his eyes and gave a small nod. "I understand."
A few minutes later, he was taken into a private lounge, and when he stepped inside, he was shocked to see who was sitting there, calm and composed.
Yim Dusit. One of the most adored BL actors in the country. A fashion icon. A man with millions of female fans who worshipped him like a god.
Chet had watched him on screen, never once imagining he'd see him in reality.
But he'd made a promise. So he kept quiet. Pretended not to know.
Yim didn't even glance at him. He turned to his manager instead and asked, "Did you talk to him?"
The manager nodded. "Yes. He's asking for a little extra, but he promised to keep everything confidential. Give him the contract, let him read it, and sign. If anything leaks, he'll pay a charge and face my lawyer."
Chet felt a chill run through him. Fear settled in his chest, but he couldn't back out now. His mother needed the money.
Yim didn't say a single word to Chet.
During their time at the club. Not even a glance in his direction.
Only the manager spoke, gently urging Chet to drink, to order whatever he liked—"Relax," he said with a polite smile, though his eyes were sharp and unreadable. Chet tried, but the tight knot in his chest never loosened.
Some moments passed, and the manager signaled it was time. They left the club and headed to a nearby hotel. The room was already prepared. The manager brought Chet up first, leaving him alone with the silence and the weight of what was about to happen.
Then Yim arrived.
He walked in like he owned the space, composed, unreadable, and devastatingly beautiful. For a few moments, neither of them spoke. Then, Yim finally looked at him.
"Are you strong?"
Chet's fingers curled tightly against the sheets. He thought of his mother and the hospital bills.
"For money," he quietly said, "Yes."
Yim gave a faint nod. "Good. We have the whole night. You can't be weak."
His eyes darkened slightly, the hint of a warning in his voice.
"I hate someone who can't handle pleasure for hours."
Chet didn't reply. He couldn't. His heart was pounding too hard. But in that moment.
Yim looked at him, his voice calm but laced with something gloomy.
"I can pay you double," he said. "Just satisfy my desires."
Chet didn't respond right away, but the unspoken agreement lingered in the air, and soon, they crossed that line.
The first round passed in silence and heat, leaving Chet breathless and trying to steady his thoughts.
Then his phone rang.
It was the hospital. His mother's condition had taken another turn, and they needed him there first thing in the morning. He answered with a shaky voice, promising to come as soon as he could.
Yim sat on the edge of the bed, watching him closely. He had seen Chet now, seen his strength, his body, his quiet determination, and something in him mixed.
"You're doing all of this for money, aren't you?" Yim asked, his tone softer now.
Chet didn't answer.
"My manager told me about your mother. I don't usually take advantage of people, but right now... I want to take advantage of you."
He leaned in, his eyes steady. "I like everything I see in you. I want this to continue privately. No one ever has to know."
Chet looked away. His throat tightened. "No. I'm not interested. After tonight, I'm done. I'll find a decent job, something real. I won't sell myself again."
Yim didn't push. He didn't argue.
He just stood, stretched slightly, and said with a cool smile, "Then let's not waste the rest of the night. Let's go for round two."