Chapter 3After My Sugar Daddy Went Bankrupt, I Became His Sugar Mama

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?"