Chapter 3 : The Contract

According to the agreed time, Carter had to visit a certain designer''s studio this afternoon.

This job had no fixed schedule; the model''s visits depended entirely on the designer''s work arrangements. It could be once a month or once a day. For Carter, it was once every two weeks, each visit taking about half a day.

What exactly did this job entail? Just look at Carter''s dark expression to know it involved stripping down, and possibly wearing some specific outfits. After all, he was the exclusive model for a (big) designer (jerk)!

Carter sat back on his bed, wanting to cry but having no tears left. His messy hair stuck out in all directions, and his red eyes were moist, making him look like a soft, fluffy bunny.

Timothy couldn''t help but reach over and ruffle Carter''s hair when he saw the poor guy on the verge of tears. "If you really don''t want to do it, just quit."

Carter looked up at Timothy with teary eyes and mumbled, "I signed a contract!"

"What?"

"I! Signed! A! Contract!"

"..." Timothy''s face darkened. "Weren''t the first two months supposed to be a trial period? How did you sign so quickly?"

Carter sniffled pitifully. "That man told me that after signing the contract, my salary would increase to eight thousand after the two-month trial period..."

Timothy: "........................" How is this any different from signing a slave contract???

Carter: "Boohoo..."

"Stop crying!" Timothy couldn''t hold back his frustration. "If someone offered you ten thousand, would you sleep with them too?"

Carter let out a couple of sobs and then hiccupped.

By one in the afternoon, Carter, with his swollen eyes, followed Timothy to the ''Harmony'' designer store located in the city center.

''Harmony'' is one of the top haute couture brands in the country, owned by the famous old-generation supermodel ''Hamilton.'' As one of the designers for this brand, just the title of ''exclusive designer'' gives a rough idea of how demanding the job is.

After a forty-minute light rail ride, Timothy led Carter to this place for the second time. The store is located in the largest commercial district in the city, with an incredible amount of foot traffic every day. And the most important thing? The studio is on the rooftop of the ''Harmony'' brand store!

As they walked, Carter reached back to touch his butt. He had specifically changed into an extended night-use pad before leaving, and after just forty or fifty minutes, it felt completely soaked and sticky.

He didn''t dare touch his crotch, afraid of finding it covered in blood.

To avoid staining his pants, Carter had no choice but to wear a pair of loose black shorts, paired with a slightly long floral short-sleeve shirt and a pair of black Vans (knock-offs). Overall, it was a very casual look, and as long as he didn''t take off his clothes, it was quite refreshing...

Familiar with the place, they took the elevator to the top floor. Carter''s heart pounded as he remembered being asked to strip half a month ago, and the fact that he actually did it made his face burn with embarrassment.

Ahem, it wasn''t his idea!

He was forced, forced, you understand?! That man was too terrifying! He didn''t dare to resist!!!

Flipping the table!!!