Made in Hollywood

After the party ended, Duke left the banquet hall and walked towards a reception room. Sophie Marceau was still waiting there. The distance between the two sides was not far, but he walked very slowly. He wanted to use this time to think more clearly. question.

Although we only talked for a few minutes in the banquet hall, Sophie Marceau's words and small gestures were faintly provocative. The teasing, if not obvious, was enough to give a hint. After all, this is Hollywood, and those who are provocative. Duke knew exactly what teasing meant.

This is precisely what he finds strange and wrong.

Since Sophie Marceau famously rejected him in the Los Angeles office of PricewaterhouseCoopers, the two have met several times in recent months, both in public and privately, Sophie Marceau Marceau was very polite to him, keeping a clear distance. Duke also thought that was normal, and that Martin Bob's clients were only a problem if they got close to him.

Now, Sophie Marceau took the initiative to come to the door and almost spread her legs and shouted "e.on", is this normal?

Although Hollywood hated each other, suddenly looked at each other, and felt that they were looking for a place to mess with each other, there were not no male and female stars who continued to be in their previous state, but Duke never mind looking at this circle in the worst light, especially the women in the circle. star.

Maybe it was Sophie Marceau who suddenly had a feeling for him, or maybe it was because she couldn't get a suitable show at CAA and wanted to go the director's route, or maybe it was because of the French woman's rambunctious temperament, she just wanted to pursue excitement...

This is his own territory, but he wants to see what tricks this French woman can play.

And the boldness of a French woman is obvious to Sophie Marceau. Just as Duke walked into the reception room and said hello, her dreamy smile revealed enough temptation.

"I never forget that kiss in Dublin."

She stood there pretty. The sexy figure in the short dress is black and white, and the whole body is full of irresistible enthusiasm, "It has fascinated me for a long time, and I have been nostalgic for a long time..."

Sophie Marceau slowly closed her eyes and raised her chin gently, she knew how attractive she was now.

If it was before entering Hollywood. Duke will definitely step forward and kiss those two bright red lips, but now he is resisting the urge in his heart, because the cruel survival law tells him that the most beautiful is sometimes the most deadly.

"I miss you too, Sophie." Duke stepped forward and was about two feet away from Sophie Marceau. "Do you know how charming you are?"

Opening her eyes, the corners of Sophie Marceau's mouth were upturned, and the thoughts in her eyes were fleeting. There were many rumors about Duke in the circle. Many people knew that this young director likes to hunt for beauty. She is a famous playboy. According to her original thoughts, these young men who are often driven by the impulse of the lower body have no resistance to her at all...

"I actually don't want some things. You should know the pressure CAA puts on its customers." Sophie Marceau immediately thought of the crux and said calmly. "My agent Martin Bob forbids his actors from getting too close to you. I'm just a non-English-speaking actress, and there's no way I can, and I'm married."

Head tilted. Duke just looked at her.

Sophie Marceau quickly added, "I'm going to fire Martin Bob and CAA..."

It seems that this is not fake, and then she said very seriously, "I'm free, I got divorced a few months ago, and I want to pursue a brand new love."

Her brown eyes were full of emotion, and Wuran didn't look like she was acting in any way.

Reaching out, Duke gently lifted her chin, lowered his head and got closer to the two red lips, just as he was about to kiss them, Sophie Marceau suddenly put her hands on his chest .

"Duke!"

Looking at the reception room, which was completely different from the needs, Sophie Marceau wanted to do a little preparation work. She leaned back with her upper body to distance herself from Duke, but took the initiative to stick her lower body up, twisting her crotch slightly. , "Can we change places?"

"Go to my bedroom?" Duke thought and suggested.

The two interlaced their fingers, like the closest couple, and left the reception room and walked up the second floor into Duke's bedroom.

As soon as she walked into the bedroom, Sophie Marceau said, "I want to take a shower first."

"Why don't we go together." Duke pointed in the direction of the bathroom, Sophie Marceau put down her handbag, leaned over and made a light mark on his lips, "Honey, don't worry? We have a whole night. time."

Seeing Sophie Marceau disappear and the bathroom door slammed shut, Duke suddenly sighed that with the acting skills he showed tonight, even if he doesn't become a director in the future, he can still be a successful actor. Nebula award level.

He seems impulsive... well, he admits, impulsive in his heart, but trying to stay sane.

Sophie Marceau did give a reasonable explanation, and in Hollywood, the most outrageous things between men and women are normal, but Duke always felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to see what Sophie Marceau wanted to do .

In the bathroom, Sophie Marceau turned on the shower and let the sound of rushing out, but instead of standing below, she took off her clothes, walked to the mirror on the washstand, and pulled out the lining of her dress. A thin nylon rope was tied to the wrists of both hands with a fairly skilled technique, and a slipknot was tied, and then the two hands that were close to each other broke away with force, and the nylon rope was deeply immersed. in white skin.

The pain immediately came from the wrist, relax a little, Sophie Marceau repeated this action again, pressing, relaxing, pressing again, the nylon rope left a deep scar on her white wrist.

Assuming that the leash would not disappear in the short term, Sophie Marceau's frowning brows gradually loosened, she rubbed her sore wrist, calmly untied the nylon rope, put it into the pool in front of her, turned on the faucet, and soaked it in the water. After a while, he took it out and threw it in the corner near the bathroom door.

It's not enough, Sophie Marceau understands this, even though the rumors of an SM game between Duke Rosenberg and Madonna Cicconi have been circulating in the circle, she is not Madonna after all The kind of woman who can provoke a desire for destruction, she's not sure Duke Rosenberg would do something similar.

And, in all the rumors, Duke Rosenberg didn't actually touch Madonna...

That should be a man with a bottom line, but Sophie Marceau has long thought of a strategy, and she can do some things in advance.

Eyes swept over the bottles on the washstand, shampoo bottle...too thick, face wash...too thick, shampoo...too thick, Gillette razor...too sharp, toothbrush...too thin, Cologne...seems about the same.

This is a glass bottle of men's cologne that has never been used. Sophie Marceau is holding it in her hand. The uneven glass surface is extremely frictional in wet hands, and it is not slippery at all. She flipped the bottle and let The bottom of the bottle was facing up, and his eyes fell on the round bottle the size of the baby's arm again, with a flash of determination.

Holding the right hand of the cologne bottle, it slowly fell down, sliding over the towering chest, flat abdomen, slender waist, and finally stopped between the white and slender legs.

Sophie Marceau bent down, pinpointed the spot, exerted force with her right hand, and pushed the cologne bottle upwards, once, twice, three times...

At the beginning, her movements were still very slow, and her brows were furrowed tightly. It was definitely not a good feeling, but then she probably got used to it. Her speed became faster and her strength continued to increase, until she saw the beauty in the mirror. His face was twisted and deformed by the pain, and then he stopped.

Taking out the cologne bottle, Sophie Marceau took a look in front of it, stood up straight in front of the washstand, endured the slight tingling sensation from her lower body, put the bottle into the sink, smeared it with shampoo, washed it clean, and washed it from the side. I took a tissue, put it on my hand, and put the cologne bottle back in its place.

Facing the mirror, Sophie Marceau looked at her white and smooth body again, and suddenly placed both hands on her high chest, pinching it hard a few times at the lower part where it is not easy to notice, and then picked it up. Shampoo, went under the shower that has been spraying water, and took a quick shower.

"Dear, have you finished washing?"

Duke's voice came from outside, and Sophie Marceau's voice was a bit sweet, "In a hurry? Ten minutes is enough!"

Sitting on the sofa outside, listening to the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, Duke slowly tapped his fingers. His head, which was a little dizzy from the impulse, gradually calmed down and began to think about it in the worst state of mind. Next thing.

If Sophie Marceau really has some ulterior purpose, what is her most powerful weapon right now? She must be beautiful and sexy, and her appearance can almost stir the minds of all normal men...

I don't know why, Duke suddenly thought of another Frenchman, Roman Polanski, who fell in front of a woman, and it is still unclear if there are other things behind it. In the eyes of the Jewish club in Hollywood, Poland Skye was designed.

His eyes fell on the cupboard between the door and the bathroom, and Duke gradually made up his mind. Although it was a little immoral to do so, if Sophie Marceau had no other purpose, she would delete it completely later. If she wanted to What you do can be recorded and used as evidence.

In this circle of fighting for fame and fortune, you must pay attention to protecting yourself at all times, and protecting yourself is far more important than harming others.

Duke has always been action-oriented. He walked to a cupboard behind the bedroom door. The last time Scarlett came to play here, he took the Sony Micro DV camera upstairs and put it here...

After turning on the power, choosing the angle, debugging a little, and finding a suitable cover, Duke decided to study Teacher Chen once.

After doing all this, Duke went back to the sofa and sat for a few minutes. The bathroom door rattled softly and was pulled open from inside, and Sophie Marceau, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, came out. (To be continued ~^~)