I woke up in a strange big bed and it was dark.
Quietly listening to the rustling sounds of dressing next to her, Linda Carter still couldn't help but wonder how all this happened.
Perhaps, a certain little man is too attractive, young, handsome, rich, and has no shortcomings. Maybe it was vanity, well, being taken along by him after the party last night and surrounded by envious looks from many women who were younger and more beautiful than her was a feeling she had not enjoyed for a long time. Perhaps, he had been seducing himself since he sat down across from him.
Yes.
Hitchcock's "The Shining"!
Oh, how could such a young man who is considered a movie genius make such a low-level mistake? He probably just wanted to relax: Look, Simon Westeros makes mistakes too, it's no big deal.
Recalling the details of last night, he originally came forward to talk with a little caution and even awe. After his small mistake, he was indeed no longer so restrained.
anyway.
In short, she was playing with fire.
She shouldn't have gone to bed until at least two o'clock in the morning last night. It was a lot of trouble, but it was indeed the most satisfying experience for her in these years.
Although, my heart feels empty.
Well, no.
Silently, I raised my hand to touch my chest... It wasn't that my heart was empty, it was that it was really empty.
I gave birth to my son last year, and the little guy at home is less than one and a half years old. In order to maintain her figure, she basically never fed her children herself. Unexpectedly, she gave someone an advantage.
"woke up?"
A voice suddenly came to her ears, and Linda Carter, who was still thinking about everything last night, looked at the little man buttoning his shirt next to the bed with a red face, responded, and pretended to be calm: "Good morning. .”
"Morning," Simon smiled, fastened the last button, and said, "Get some sleep, I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you. In addition, the driver will be waiting outside in the morning and can take you away at any time."
Linda Carter noticed a men's watch on the bedside table, stretched out a white arm and took a look at it.
It was not yet a quarter past six.
Thinking of what Simon had just said, she realized something and asked, "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, work matters."
What kind of work could there be at six o'clock in the morning? It felt like he was trying to escape, but she couldn't help but ask: "Don't you have breakfast?"
"Well, I'm not too hungry."
Linda Carter was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, and her face turned redder.
Bastard, of course you're not hungry.
Simon noticed the woman's reaction and realized that his answer was somewhat ambiguous, which made him feel a little embarrassed. He actually made an appointment with Amy for a working breakfast at seven o'clock. He just subconsciously answered that he just didn't want to explain too much.
After putting on his clothes and seeing the woman huddled under the sheets still holding her watch, Simon reached out and gestured.
The woman noticed Simon reaching out to her, she shrank subconsciously, understood, and sheepishly handed over her watch.
Simon casually put on his watch, looked at the woman on the big bed, hesitated, took out his wallet, opened his checkbook and filled it out for a moment, then tore out a check.
Linda Carter turned her head slightly to avoid Simon's gaze, but noticed the man's movements from the corner of her eye, turned her head, and soon widened her eyes slightly, her tone already a little more angry: "What are you doing? "
Simon's hand holding the check paused and said softly: "Nothing else, you can just buy whatever you like."
Linda Carter glared at Simon fiercely, stopped talking, and simply turned away.
Simon looked at the woman's figure and said softly: "I'm sorry, Linda. Next time I come to Los Angeles, I'll treat you to dinner."
"Asshole, you can get out."
Simon whispered an apology again, thought for a while, then gently placed the check on the bedside table, turned around and left the bedroom.
There was a soft knock on the door.
After about ten minutes, the sound of the car engine was faintly heard.
That bastard should have left.
Still a little angry.
So he cursed a few more times in a low voice. He was so tired that his eyelids couldn't help but fall asleep, and he continued to sleep.
I was really tired last night.
When I woke up again, the light coming through the cracks in the curtains was already very bright. He pulled the sheets around him and got out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the terrace. The annoyingly bright sunshine immediately filled the entire bedroom. This villa has an excellent view. Standing inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see downtown Los Angeles at the foot of the mountain and the blue Santa Monica Bay illuminated by the sun.
I am quite greedy for this kind of beautiful scenery, but I know that it cannot belong to me after all.
Thinking of what that little bastard did a few hours ago, he became angry again. Although not as wealthy as him, her husband is also a well-known financial lawyer with an annual income of millions of dollars. With the popularity brought by "Wonder Woman" that year, she herself has been able to obtain good income through TV and movie advertising endorsements over the years. income.
In short, she is not short of money.
Originally, this was a somewhat exciting but not too bad experience, but he wanted to give her money like he would give away that kind of woman.
asshole!
Repeating the sentence again, not in the mood to look at the scenery anymore, she turned and walked towards the bathroom.
After a brief wash, he got dressed, picked up his handbag and was about to leave, when he noticed that the check he should have signed was placed on the bedside table. Because it is placed with its back facing the cover, the numbers on the front cannot be seen.
He hesitated.
I thought there would never be a next time anyway, just look at how much that bastard signed.
Just take a look.
So I picked it up.
Then.
One, two, three, four, five, six... That's right, six zeros before the decimal point.
This is.
1,000,000? !
I was immediately stunned.
After all, "Wonder Woman" was already ten years ago. In these years, the largest check she received was only US$500,000, which was a three-year endorsement contract with a bedding company. I recently came here specially to audition for a TV movie. If I can sign it, the salary will only be about US$50,000. The main purpose of participating in these film and television dramas is to increase her exposure so that she can continue to receive relatively lucrative advertising endorsements and ensure that she joins the high-income class in the United States.
However, the average remuneration for all endorsements and so on adds up to only a few hundred thousand dollars per year.
As for his husband's money, the two were financially independent and had signed a prenuptial agreement. Although he is responsible for the family expenses, even if they get divorced, she may not be able to receive a one-time alimony of more than one million US dollars.
He continued to stand for a while.
Thinking about her reaction in the morning, she felt that even if he was generous, he would only sign a check for $100,000 at most. Compared with her persistence, she still looked down upon 100,000 US dollars.
It seemed that he was being told to get lost very rudely.
Now.
Suddenly I couldn't help but think that he must be deliberately torturing himself.
That's for sure!
Damn little man.
Scum!
jerk!
douchebag!
You are so generous, why don't you sign for 10 million US dollars and see if I will take it!