I’m in Hollywood

It must be wrong, how could it be him.

The spoon came to her lips, she opened her mouth weakly, and the warm liquid entered her stomach along her throat. She felt a lot better immediately, but just after taking a few sips, her stomach swelled for a while, and she retched twice. Her body floated up again, and after a while, she was lying on the side of the toilet. The gentle tap on her back made her unable to bear it any longer, and she spit out the wine that had been poured into her stomach all night.

...

Coming out of the bathroom, Eric patiently fed the bowl of sober soup to the girl, and finally wiped the corner of her mouth for her before standing up.

Behind him, Famke and Sophia both looked at Eric with complicated eyes.

Eric, you are so caring, if only my future boyfriend could treat me like this, Sophia said unabashedly when she saw that Eric had finally finished her work.

Although Famke Jensen didn't speak, he looked at Eric with a little less taste and a little more tenderness.

Eric smiled,

After wiping her hands with a towel, she said to Sofia Coppola, Sofia, can you let her rest here for a night? She has spit out all the alcohol in her stomach just now, and she will definitely not get dirty again. your bed.

Sofia Coppola asked in surprise, Aren't you going to take her back? After the girl finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that there was another woman in the room, and covered her mouth subconsciously.

Eric explained: Actually, I haven't seen her for a year, and we are not the kind of relationship you think.

Wow, Sofia Coppola sighed, not knowing what to say.

Famke Jensen breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, let her sleep here, I'll go to the guest room to make do with one night, Sofia Coppola said quickly.

Eric thanked him. Under the strange gazes of the two girls, they took Jennifer Connelly's handbag, which was at the head of the bed, and dug out a small address book from it.

Opened it and looked for it. Eric quickly picked up the bedside phone and dialed Jennifer Connelly's agent.

Hello, Jim Rest... I'm Eric Williams. Are you in Los Angeles... Well, come to Firefly Studios headquarters at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, let's talk about Jennifer Connelly ...that's it, goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, Eric flipped through the address book in his hand again, and quickly found one of the pages. The paper on this page was obviously different from the other pages. It seems to have been rubbed so many times that the corners are gone, but the phone number of his Beverly Hills mansion is clearly written on it.

Smiling slightly, Eric closed the address book and put it back in the girl's white handbag.

Fami, we should go, got up and glanced at Jennifer Connelly who was sleeping, Eric grabbed the tall girl beside him: Fami, we should go.

Sofia Coppola instructed a maid to stay in the room to take care of Jennifer Connelly, and followed Eric and walked out: Don't play for a while. It's still early.

No, it's almost eleven o'clock when we drive back to Malibu. Eric looked at his watch and said.

The girl didn't hold back any longer, and went downstairs. Eric said goodbye to Francis Coppola and the others before leaving with Famke Jensen.

An hour later, when the car was parked in the garage of Jiaojiao Manor, Eric walked into the villa with the girl and pulled his tie. Eric said to the girls around him curiously, Sorry. Fami, It must have been a bit of a spoiler tonight.

No. I think it's fine.

The girl looked at Eric with a smile and said, if only before. As she is a little-known model, it is impossible for her to participate in this kind of party. Seeing Eric walking towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the hall by the sea, the girl followed, and she couldn't help but say after a few steps. : You're so big here, it doesn't feel like a place to live... oh, no, I mean, it doesn't look like a place to live at all, it's more like a library or museum.

Eric didn't care about the mistake in the girl's words, brought a pot of coffee to the round table by the window, and then turned off all the lights in the hall.

The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the girl screamed in fright, Hey...

But soon, my eyes got used to it, and I found that there was a faint light shining through the glass window. I walked over to the bed and looked out. Below was the dark sea. A few stars in the night sky were dotted around a full moon. A serene beauty.

How is it? Eric sat down on the space chair beside the round table, poured coffee for the two, and asked softly.

The girl cautiously lay beside the bed and admired the night view outside the window for a while, and sighed softly: It's beautiful, I take back what I just said, this is where people live, the apartment I rented in Burbank can't be seen. At this point, I was disturbed by the sound of passing vehicles all night long and couldn't sleep.

Eric leaned back and looked at the girl who walked to the hanging space chair opposite and sat down, holding the coffee cup he pushed over, and dangling gently, with admiration in his eyes. The girl was still in that rose-red dress, the hem waving to and fro as she swayed, the white feet that had taken off her high heels loomed under the skirt, and her slender body leaned against the white egg-shaped space chair, looking full of beauty. Let Eric have the urge to take pictures.

If you like, you can stay here, Eric said after admiring for a while.

Hearing this sentence, Famke Jensen's movement of shaking the space chair lightly stopped, and his expression was obviously moved, but he quickly shook his head: If I live here, I don't even know how to put myself in this place. what seat.

I remember being in the office in the afternoon, and you said that I was too soft-hearted.

Um?

Eric didn't answer the girl's doubts, and continued: Seeing Jennifer Connelly again at night, I suddenly regret letting her go last year.

what?

Do you know Howard Hughes? Eric asked.

Famke Jensen tilted his head for a while, then shook his head and said, I don't know.

Eric was stunned for a moment, thinking that the girl was not an American, but was born in the Netherlands and came to the United States only after he became an adult. He didn't know that Howard Hughes was also inevitable.

Since the girl does not know. Eric explained: Howard Hughes is one of Hollywood's greatest filmmakers, and one of the greatest playboys, and his sexual pursuits cover almost all the famous first-line women in Hollywood in the 1930s and 1940s. Star. Katherine Hepburn, Betty Davis, Susan Hayward, Gene Tierney, Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner... Maybe, you haven't listened to many of them Said. But as long as you check, you will find that any of them will be titled 'the most dazzling' or 'greatest' actress. A magazine disclosed that Howard Hughes once There are as many as 164 girlfriends, and the locations of Jinwu Zangjiao are all over Los Angeles...

Famke Jensen listened to Eric telling Howard Hughes' glorious 'resume' like a story, and the man's tone seemed to be more and more worshipful, yearning, and even a little fanatical. The girl couldn't help opening her mouth slightly. Taking advantage of Eric's pause, he interjected: You wouldn't be... like him, would you?

Eric paused for a while, and soon said with determination and enthusiasm: Why not? In terms of achievements, at my current age, I have already surpassed Howard Hughes's age by a lot, and he inherited his father's In terms of wealth, I will definitely be richer in the future; in terms of status, I have Firefly, and it will not take a few years. This studio can become a movie giant. So, why not?”

But, but...

It's nothing. Eric waved his hand suddenly: I've decided that as long as it's the woman I like, I'll have to hold it firmly in my hands, no matter what method I use.

Famke Jansen subconsciously shrank into the space chair: I...I'm not one of them, am I?

There was a hint of evil in Eric's tone: What do you think?

I... I haven't made up my mind yet, the girl's head was already confused by Eric's very destructive words just now.

Come here, Eric said with a hint of bewitching.

When the girl heard this, she subconsciously put down the coffee cup in her hand, got up and walked to Eric.

Standing in front of the man, the girl reacted. He turned his head and looked behind him, wondering how he became so obedient. He wanted to return, but Eric had already wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms.

If you don't think about it, think about it slowly. Let's do what we need to do first, Eric said, leaning into the girl's ear.

Feeling the movement of Eric's hands on his body, Famke Janssen suddenly tightened his body. Soon, the girl remembered something and said, Don't, don't mess with the dress.

As soon as the voice fell, the piercing sound of the fabric being torn came out.

I said, you can't go back, Eric leaned closer to the girl's ear and blew a breath of heat again, feeling the coolness behind him, Famke Jensen gasped for a while before putting all his strength on the man Hammer down: Bastard, forty thousand dollars.

The girl wanted to complain a few more words in distress, but her red lips were quickly blocked.

After a while, the two bodies quickly rolled down from the space chair. The floor was just covered with a carpet, so although the dress on the girl had been torn to pieces, she did not feel any coldness. .

After a while, the girl felt her body being picked up by the man's strong arms, took a few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then was pressed a bit roughly on the cold glass, the man's lips ran along her naked back. Slowly asked the neck, moving all the way, the girl turned her head subconsciously, and kissed the woman again.

Pulling the girl's waist and crotch back, and posing for it, Eric released the girl's red lips after the troops approached the city, and leaned into the girl's ear and asked softly, Have you made up your mind?

Huh? Hmm, hurry up, hurry up, murmured the emotional girl who had already been teased, reaching out to the back, just grabbing something before she had time to move, her arms were pulled up at the same time and pressed firmly. on the glass window.

Have you thought about it yet? Eric asked softly again.

You're a tyrant, the girl complained weakly, wriggling her waist.

Eric didn't mean to give in at all, grabbed the girl's two wrists with one hand and fixed it on the other's head, and reached down with the other hand to tease gently, and leaned into the girl's ear again: Have you made up your mind?

Woo... The girl let out a low sob, her fair face pressed against the glass window. She persisted for a while and finally surrendered: I've decided, I'll be your woman, your woman.

A contented moan quickly rang out in the empty hall.

...

All over soft, very comfortable, but very tired. I didn't want to open my eyes. But it seems like I have something to do.

what are you doing?

In a daze, the thought turned around before thinking of it. There is still work to be done.

By the way, I'm filming a TV series, and I'll be scolded for being late.

Then he sat up abruptly, the thin quilt slipped from his body, and a pair of soft chests stood upright, scratching his hair and rubbing his eyes, Famke Janssen could see the surrounding situation clearly.

This is a big bedroom. There are windows on all sides, all of which have been opened at this time, and the early morning light penetrates in, illuminating the bedroom, but there is no dust floating around with the sun in the air.

I quickly remembered everything from last night, and it felt like a dream, but how could it be a dream.

It's over, he seems to have promised something.

The girl muttered, and got out of the bed with bare feet, not seeing her clothes around. I could only search in the small closet next to it, and pull out one to put it on, because her height is about the same as Eric. The shirt can barely cover the buttocks, the two long legs are exposed without any cover, and the scenery between the long legs can be vaguely seen when walking.

Curiously walked around the bedroom, I saw that Malibu was to the north, and the densely packed villas looked a bit... ridiculous.

Well, she didn't know why she felt this way.

Coming to the other side, the sun has risen very high, the sea and the sky are a line, and the sky is blue. It's beautiful to be entangled together regardless of you and me.

He hesitated for a few minutes in the bedroom. Here, the girl opened the closet and rummaged through it, and slammed the closet door hard: Why are all shirts. There are no trousers.

Looking down at his outfit, he glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was half past eight.

The drive from here to the filming set on the other side of the Santa Monica Mountains would take at least an hour, so I'm definitely late.

However, no one dares to scold him today, right?

She thought proudly, it seemed that although her performance was terrible, she had never been scolded.

The reason why I always worry about being scolded seems to be that Brad Pitt is often scolded, although his performance is much stronger than hers, much stronger.

Thinking of that figure, she quickly understood why.

I don't know why, but I am happy.

Then he went downstairs down the stairs, glanced carefully at the hall, and shouted, if this dress was seen by outsiders, it would be bad.

Fami, you're awake, wow, Eric exercised routinely and just took a shower. When he came out wearing a bath towel and saw the girl standing on the stairs poking his head, he couldn't help but exclaim, because he looked up from the bottom. Go, the scenery between the girl's legs is unobstructed.

Seeing Eric's squinting look, Famke Jensen reluctantly tugged at the hem of his shirt and complained again, Why are there only shirts in your bedroom closet, not even pants.

Eric joked: Just to see this situation.

Bah, bastard, the girl cursed.

Okay, Fami, I have a few Drew's clothes here, but you definitely won't be able to wear them, so you have to wear yesterday's costumes first. I'll go and get them for you, it seems that they are still in the car.

Go, go, and, my... underwear.

Understood, Eric turned and walked away. The girl hesitated on the stairs before walking down cautiously, still walking around the hall with bare feet.

Eric walked back quickly, handed the clothes and shoes in the bag to the girl, and pointed to the bathroom: You can take a shower by the way.

Thank you, Famke Jansen took it, and just turned around, he felt his butt being patted.

Yeah, damn it, the girl glared angrily, clutching her hips

Come on, Eric didn't mean to be ashamed at all. He smiled and seemed to have the urge to do it again. Seeing this situation, the girl hurriedly fled.

More than ten minutes later, the two sat together in the dining room, looking at Eric who was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper across from him, Famke Jansen complained, I'm so late this morning, I'm sure nothing can be done.

Don't worry, soon, Eric said, turning a page of the newspaper without raising his head.

It will take at least an hour to drive from here to the studio, and it's probably past ten o'clock wherever you go. You have to make up, set the scene, and tell the lines... The girl drank a sip of milk and said chatteringly.

It won't take that long, at most half an hour late.

Famke Jensen glanced at Eric with contempt: Hmph, what you said is easy, I can still fly over.

Eric finally raised his head: I called the helicopter, and I'll take you there later. It won't be available for half an hour.

The girl opened her mouth, then shook her head suddenly: No, no, this is too ostentatious, in this case, all of them will definitely...will...

Eric said with a smile: This is what I want. I'm declaring my sovereignty. I'll see who will dare to call your attention in the future.

You are... quite unreasonable, the girl was stunned, and quickly retorted.

Well, baby, what you say is what you say, Eric continued: By the way, a real estate agent will come to you this afternoon. Didn't you say yesterday that the apartment in Burbank is too noisy, a little earlier Finish work and let him take you to Beverly Hills to pick up a villa, and I'll say hello to the crew.

I... I can't afford to rent there now, the girl shook her head.

Choose whatever you want. Which one you choose is yours. I'll swipe my card.

I do not want.

Well, just buy the furniture yourself, I don't care.

I don't want to, the girl said again.

By the way, do you want a car, how about Lamborghini? Uh... No, Lamborghini lines are too hard, I think Ferrari is more suitable for women, Eric said, suddenly remembering the girl in Golden Eyes of 007 The situation of racing with Bond in an open-top Ferrari is so cool: Well, Ferrari, that's it.

... (to be continued)