Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”New here?” From footsteps to breathing, not someone he was used to.

”Master Chase slipped and broke his hand while going out today, needs a month’s rest.” The young man who was giving the massage lowered his voice as he spoke, kneading those tense muscles with forcefully. He was very careful as Master Chase had instructed, not daring to say much.

This man was rumored to have a bad temper, so it’s better to be cautious, but he was the most generous client. Master Chase knew he urgently needed money, so he gave him this opportunity.

”Will you be the one next time?” This newbie’s palms, although not as sturdy as the previous technician’s, seemed softer.

The reason for preferring men for massage was not just because he wasn’t close to women, but because men’s palms were larger, with more flesh, and exerted a steadier strength. As for what the outside world said, he didn’t care; he wasn’t bothered when in a good mood, but if in a bad mood, he’d cut off the tongues of those gossiping, and see what they would use to wag.

This newbie was evidently still quite good.

Soft hands gently massaging his neck’s pressure points, with moderate force, very satisfying.

”Mm...” The man hummed comfortably from his nose.

On the soft couch, Mr. Foster’s body was nearly nude, covered only by a white bath towel. His smooth back muscles were like waves, flowing towards the restricted waistline, extending to the firm buttocks under the towel. If his skin was tanned to a wheat color, this body would indeed be rather alluring.

When those hands kneaded another knot of muscle, he couldn’t help but hum again. For some reason, today’s feeling was definitely different.

”Mr. Foster, do you need me to be gentler?” The masseur began to lessen the force, wondering if he was being too strong. However, his muscles were so firm and taut, a bit of strength was necessary to knead them open and achieve relaxation.

”This is good...” Mr. Foster closed his eyes, lazily resting on his folded arms, voice deep and sexy.

Master Chase had instructed that Mr. Foster didn’t like talking much, and the massage time was set to one and a half hours. So when the time came, the masseur slowly ceased his movements, seeing Mr. Foster appeared to be asleep, carefully tidied his things, prepping to leave quietly.

”Continue.” Just as he stood up, preparing to leave, he heard the man’s voice behind him.

”The time’s up, Master Chase said you only do one and a half hours, and I have other clients tonight.” The masseur spoke with difficulty, as Master Chase said it was only one and a half hours, he had scheduled other clients, and in this industry, breaking an appointment could worsen one’s reputation.

Mr. Foster rose and casually wrapped the towel around his waist, looking at the man opposite him.

Should be called a young boy, with short black hair, eyes like stars in the cold night, thin and petite, less than 1.7 meters.

”Did I say one and a half hours?” Mr. Foster’s voice carried an ominous softness.

The room had two huge copper fire bowls, the charcoal burning warmly, no sense of the outside cold, yet the young man felt a chill deep in his heart.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Master Chase instructed one and a half hours while Mr. Foster said he hadn’t mentioned it.

”Can it be next time?” The petite body straightened a bit, seemingly wanting to plead one last time.

”My head hurts, come here...” Mr. Foster sat on the couch, looking at the boy, leaving no room for refusal.

Made a call to organize things; the boy stepped forward to start a head massage for Mr. Foster.

The housekeeper paced back and forth at the door, the Fifth Young Master hadn’t even eaten dinner, it’s been three hours with no sound at all.

The little lad was quite handsome. The housekeeper couldn’t help but take another look at that closed wooden door.

Could it be that the Fifth Young Master truly had tendencies for male affection?

The night was long enough to make some wish for time to pass quickly, yet others wanting to hold this moment forever.

Atlas Hallow drove on the road, the street at nine was bustling and dazzling, with uniquely designed Christmas trees, couples holding hands, girls holding balloons and Christmas gifts, or armfuls of roses, everything appeared beautiful and romantic.