The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 107

"Maybe they just went to take a shower?" Ben wondered, standing in the hallway. "Perhaps the bathroom on their floor is broken?"

But the thought had barely formed before he dismissed it as completely absurd.

Ben stood in the hallway, his gaze fixed on the floor, knowing he was just making cowardly excuses for himself.

If it had just been Tom Hardy heading to the bathroom, he wouldn't have hesitated. The problem was Jonny Lee Miller, one of the biggest names in the cast, was with him.

He was just a minor actor, barely a blip on the radar. Offending one of the biggest stars in the production was obviously not a smart move.

Ben hesitated, torn between the fear of what the two might do to Matthew and the risk of offending Miller.

"Two of them, and only one of Matthew," he muttered. "If it comes to a fight, Matthew's sure to lose. And he was good to me."

Muttering to himself, Ben suddenly recalled how Matthew had helped him just that afternoon. If Matthew hadn't stepped in, he would have smashed his head against a brick wall.

That thought solidified his resolve. Ben hesitated no longer and broke into a run toward the bathroom.

...Tom and Miller slipped into the locker room, immediately locking the door behind them. They pulled a portable camera from a bag, switched it on, and then, one after the other, stepped into the shower area.

Matthew had just finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair when he heard a noise outside. He didn't think much of it—it was a communal shower, after all. He just figured someone else had come in.

He reached for his body wash and had just flipped open the cap when he heard footsteps. A blinding white light suddenly flooded his vision, and through the glare, he could make out the blurry shapes of two figures. One of them was holding something.

The light in the shower was dim, but the beam pointed at him was painfully bright. Matthew instinctively squinted, unable to see who was on the other side of it.

"Wow, that's huge!" an exaggerated voice boomed, sounding vaguely familiar. "Jon, check it out."

The voice immediately triggered a memory, and as his eyes slowly adjusted to the glare, he could begin to make out the figures opposite him.

Acting on pure instinct, Matthew snatched the bath towel from the hook beside him and quickly wrapped it around his waist.

He could see them clearly now: Tom Hardy, holding a handheld camera, and Jonny Lee Miller, carrying a duffel bag.

"Don't be shy," Tom Hardy taunted from the doorway, the camera lens still pointed at Matthew. "We already got it on film."

He was clearly enjoying himself. "Didn't take you for being so... gifted, Matthew. You're in the wrong business, mate. Should've picked a different line of work."

Tom let out a gleeful laugh. "There are a few gay bars in L.A. that would welcome a guy like you with open arms."

He seemed ecstatic, unable to contain his laughter.

Matthew turned off the water, his eyes flicking from Tom to Miller and back again.

"What do you want?" Matthew asked, his voice calm despite the situation.

"Nothing much," Tom was the one who answered again, lowering the camera slightly. "Just wanted to get a few pictures."

Matthew stared at them, confused. Were they really trying to threaten him with this nonsense? He was a man, not a woman. Who the hell would care about photos of his dick?

As if reading his mind, Miller set the duffel bag on the floor and unzipped it, reaching inside.

Tom leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Jon has some... very particular hobbies."

First the verbal assault, then the physical one, and finally, public humiliation across America. Tom felt this was the only way to erase the shame Matthew had inflicted upon him.

Matthew was instantly on guard. He watched as Jonny Lee Miller pulled one dildo after another from the bag... followed by several other objects whose names he didn't know, but whose purpose was unmistakable.

Miller didn't rush. He even brandished the items deliberately, as if to build the psychological pressure.

Could Miller really have a hobby like that?

But Matthew immediately made a connection, remembering how exhausted those models had looked.

Even if Jonny Lee Miller was a dynamo in bed, there was no way he could have "handled" six women on his own. He must have used some... additional tools.

At the same time, Matthew realized something crucial: if Jonny Lee Miller was here, it meant he'd already confirmed that Matthew was the one who had filmed his affair.

"Don't worry," Tom laughed suddenly. "We're just going to film a little something. We won't hurt you... at least, we'll try not to."

As he spoke, Miller pulled two stun guns from the bag.

Tom placed the camera in a dry spot near the door, then took one of the stun guns. He pressed the button, and a low electric crackle filled the air. "Matthew, it's best if you don't resist. We'll leave you alone once we're done filming."

Tom rambled on, "There are websites now, you know, for a certain kind of... 'fan.' We'll post your video there. You'll be famous, I guarantee it!"

Matthew's eyes darted past the two men, searching for the exit behind them.

He'd been working out and training, and he'd even had that intensive boxing course not long ago, but there were two of them.

Against one man, even one with a stun gun, he was confident he could come out on top. But against two? That was a different story.

Matthew wasn't arrogant enough to think he could easily take on two able-bodied men. It might be possible, but he couldn't afford to risk what would happen if that stun gun connected.

"Don't bother looking for an escape route," Tom grunted. "We locked the door behind us. You're not getting out. And the hallway is empty. Useless to scream for help."

Without a word, Miller produced a coil of rope.

Matthew scanned his surroundings for anything he could use as a weapon. "I'll call the police," he said, stalling for time.

He said it with the faint hope that the threat of the law would scare them off.

Tom burst out laughing. "Seriously, Matthew? Where's your phone?"

Matthew was at a loss for words. Who takes their cell phone into the shower?

"No point in calling the cops anyway," Tom declared. "This is Edwards Air Force Base. The local police have no jurisdiction here."

He was clearly trying to back Matthew into a corner, step by step, savoring the moment. "Even if someone sees us, it won't matter. You'll be off the cast either way! Jerry will help us out. Jon will just have to ask him."

Tom took a step forward, gripping the stun gun tightly. "You think anyone will stick up for you when they find out what we did? This is Hollywood. Everyone's climbing over each other to get to the top. They'll just be glad to laugh at your expense! At your humiliation!"

Matthew had to admit Tom had a point. This was a world where you kicked the people below you and kissed up to the ones above. Everyone was too busy clawing their way to fame and fortune to care about anyone else.

He also gleaned a crucial piece of information from Tom's rant: Miller must have used his connection to Jerry Bruckheimer to get cast in the film.

Jerry Bruckheimer held the most power over the cast, and Matthew knew he was no match for a producer of that stature.

But none of that helped his current predicament. If he ran, the door was locked. If he fought... could he really take down two men armed with stun guns?

Matthew's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a makeshift weapon.

The metal shower hose was a possibility, but it was bolted to the concrete wall with expansion bolts. They'd tase him long before he could ever rip it free.

Shampoo, body wash, a damp bath towel... all useless.

Tom started toward Matthew, his steps slow and deliberate, clearly enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

"Be a good boy and let us tie you up," Tom said. He triggered the stun gun again, and electric sparks danced across the prongs. "Getting zapped by one of these isn't pleasant, I hear."

Matthew backed away slowly. He remembered that some stun guns could fire projectiles.

Miller suddenly spoke, his voice cold. "Matthew Horner, you're going to pay for what you did!"

Tom shot Miller a surprised look, still not quite understanding the depth of his hatred for Matthew Horner.

But this wasn't the time to dwell on it. All that mattered was that Miller was on his side against Matthew.

Miller's voice was ice. "You were the one who filmed me, weren't you? Do you have any idea how much money and assets that bitch took from me because of you?!"

"I thought you'd lost your tongue," Matthew said, taking another step back. "Let's all just calm down, alright? We can find another way to settle this."

The two men paid him no mind, closing in on him slowly, step by step.