It must be a mistake, how could it be him.
The spoon came close to her lips, she opened her mouth weakly, and the warm liquid flowed down her throat into her stomach, and immediately felt much better, but just after taking a few sips, her stomach churned, and she retched twice, she felt Her body floated up again, and after a while, she was already lying on the side of the toilet. The gentle knock on her back made her unable to bear it any longer, and spit out the wine that had been poured into her stomach all night.
…
Coming out of the bathroom, Eric patiently fed the bowl of hangover soup to the girl, and finally wiped the corners of her mouth before standing up.
Both Famke and Sophia behind them looked at Eric with complicated eyes.
"Eric, you are so sweet, if only my future boyfriend could treat me like this," Sophia said without any concealment when she saw that Eric was finally done.
Although Famke Jansen didn't say anything, the gaze he looked at Eric was less palatable and more tender.
Eric smiled, wiped his hands with a towel, and said to Sofia Coppola: "Sofia, can you let her rest here for the night? She has just spit out all the wine in her stomach, sure No more wine to stain your bed."
Sofia Coppola asked in surprise, "Aren't you taking her back?" After the girl finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that there was another woman in the room, and subconsciously covered her mouth.
Eric explained: "Actually, I haven't seen her for a year. We are not the kind of relationship you think."
"Wow," Sofia Coppola sighed, not knowing what to say.
Famke Janssen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then. Let her sleep here. I'll go to the guest room to make do for the night." Sofia Coppola said quickly.
Eric thanked, and under the strange eyes of the two girls, he took Jennifer Connelly's handbag on the bedside, and found a small address book from it.
After searching for it, Eric quickly picked up the phone beside the bed and called Jennifer Connelly's agent.
"Hello, Jim Lester... I'm Eric Williams, are you in Los Angeles now... Well, ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Come to the headquarters of Firefly Films, and let's talk about Jennifer Connelly... Then 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. No more, but it clearly stated the phone number of his Beverly Hills mansion.
Smiling slightly, Eric closed the address book. Put it back into the girl's white handbag.
"Fami, we should go." Standing up and looking at the sleeping Jennifer Connelly, Eric grabbed the tall girl beside him: "Fami, we should go."
Sofia Coppola ordered a maid to stay in the room to take care of Jennifer Connelly, and they walked out with Eric: "Stop playing for a while, it's still early."
"No, it's almost eleven o'clock when we drive back to Malibu," Eric said, looking at his watch.
The girl didn't keep her anymore, and went downstairs. Eric said goodbye to Francis Coppola and others before leaving with Famke Jansen.
An hour later, after parking the car in the garage of the Angle Manor, Eric took the girl into the villa, tugged at the tie, and then Eric said to the girl beside him who was curiously looking around: "Sorry, Fami, It must be a bit of a disappointment tonight."
"No, I think it's pretty good."
The girl looked at Eric with a smile and said, if she used to be an unknown little model, it would be impossible to participate in this kind of party. The girl also followed, and after a few steps, she couldn't help but said: "Your place is so big, it doesn't feel like a place where people live at all... Oh, no, I mean, it doesn't feel like a place to live at all, it looks like a place where people live. Libraries, museums or something."
Eric didn't care about the girl's mistakes in her 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 yelled in fright: "Hey..."
But soon, my eyes got used to it, and I found a faint light coming through the glass window. I went to the bed and looked out. Below was the pitch-black sea, and a few stars in the night sky were dotted around the full moon, bringing With a sense of tranquility.
"How is it?" Eric sat down on the space chair beside the round table, poured coffee for the two, and asked softly.
The girl lay cautiously on the edge of the bed and admired the night view outside the window for a while, then 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 After all this, I was so disturbed by the sound of passing vehicles that I couldn't sleep all night long."
Eric leaned back and looked at the girl who walked to the opposite side and sat down on the hanging space chair, holding the coffee cup he pushed over, and gently dangling back and forth, with admiration in her eyes. The girl was still in the rose-red dress, the hem fluttered back and forth with the shaking, and the white feet that had taken off the high heels were faintly visible under the skirt. Her slender body was leaning against the white egg-shaped space chair, which looked full of beauty. Let Eric have an urge to take pictures.
"You can stay here if you like," Eric said after appreciating for a while.
Hearing this sentence, Famke Jansen stopped gently shaking the space chair, his expression was obviously moved, but he quickly shook his head: "If I live here, I don't even know where I should put myself. What seat."
"I remember in the office in the afternoon, you said that I was too soft-hearted."
"Um?"
Eric did not answer the girl's doubts, and continued: "Seeing Jennifer Connelly again at night, I suddenly regretted letting her go last year."
"ah?"
"Do you know Howard Hughes?" Eric asked.
Famke Jansen tilted his head and thought about it, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Eric froze for a moment, thinking that the girl was not American. But was born in the Netherlands. Came to the U.S. as an adult. Not knowing Howard Hughes is inevitable.
Since the girl didn't know, Eric explained: "Howard Hughes is one of the greatest filmmakers in Hollywood, and he is also one of the greatest playboys. All the famous first-line actresses of the era, Katharine Hepburn, Bette Davis, Susan Hayward, Gene Tierney, Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner... Perhaps, there are many people here You haven't heard of either, but if you look it up, you'll find out. Any of these would be titled 'Brightest' or 'Greatest' actress. A magazine revealed, Howard. Hughes once had as many as 164 girlfriends, and the golden houses were located all over Los Angeles... "
Famke Jansen listened to Eric telling Howard Hughes' glorious 'resume' like a story, and the man's tone seemed to be more and more adoring, yearning, and even fanatical. The girl couldn't help opening her mouth slightly, taking advantage of Eric's pause, she interjected: "You won't be... you want to be like him?"
Eric paused for a moment, and soon said firmly and enthusiastically: "Why not? In terms of achievements, at my current age, it has surpassed Howard Hughes by a lot when he was the same age, and he inherited his father. I am self-made; in terms of wealth, I will definitely become richer in the future; in terms of status, I own Firefly, and within a few years, this film company can become one of the film giants. So, why not?"
"But, but..."
"There is nothing but," Eric waved his hand suddenly: "I have decided, as long as it is a woman I like, I must hold it firmly in my hands, no matter what method I use."
Famke Jansen shrank back into the space chair subconsciously: "I... I can't be one of them, can I?"
There was a hint of evil in Eric's tone: "What do you think?"
"I... I haven't figured it out yet," the girl's head was already confused by Eric's destructive words just now.
"Come here," Eric said with a hint of bewilderment in his underlying tone.
When the girl heard this, she subconsciously put down the coffee cup in her hand, got up and walked to Eric.
Standing still in front of the man, the girl came to her senses, turned her head and looked behind her, wondering why she had become so obedient, and wanted to return, but Eric had already grabbed her waist and pulled her into her arms.
"If you don't think about it, think about it slowly, let's do what we need to do first," Eric leaned into the girl's ear and said.
Feeling the movement of Eric's hands on his body, Famke Jansen tensed up. Soon, the girl remembered something again and said, "Don't, don't mess up the dress."
As soon as the words fell, the sound of the cloth being torn and stabbed came out.
"I said, you can't get back," Eric leaned into the girl's ear again and blew hot air, feeling the coolness behind him, Famke Jansen gasped for breath twice before putting all his strength on the man Hammered: "Asshole, forty thousand dollars."
The girl felt distressed and wanted to complain a few more words, but her red lips were quickly blocked.
After a while of humming, the two bodies quickly rolled down from the space chair. The ground was just covered with carpet, so although the dress on the girl's body had been torn to pieces, she didn't feel the coolness. .
After a while, the girl felt her body was embraced by the man's strong arms, and she took a few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then was somewhat roughly pressed against the cold glass, and the man's lips ran along her bare back. Slowly asking the neck, moving up all the way, the girl turned her head subconsciously, and kissed the woman again.
Pulling the girl's waist and hips back, and posing properly, Eric let go of the girl's red lips after the soldiers approached the city, leaned close to the girl's ear and asked softly, "Have you thought about it?"
"Huh? Well, come on, come on," the emotional girl who had already been teased murmured and stretched out her hand to grab something back. Before she could 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, what a tyrant," the girl complained weakly, twisting her waist.
Eric didn't have the slightest intention of giving in. He grabbed the girl's wrists with one hand and fixed them on the other's head. He stretched out the other hand and gently teased her, and then moved to the girl's ear again: "Have you thought about it yet?"
"Woo..." The girl let out a low sob, her fair face pressed against the glass window, and finally persisted for a moment. Finally surrendered: "Think about it. I will be your woman. Yours, woman."
A contented groan soon sounded in the empty hall.
…
His whole body was soft and comfortable, but he was very tired, and he didn't want to open his eyes no matter what. But it seems that I still have to do something.
what are you doing
After thinking about it in a daze, it occurred to me that there was still work to be done.
By the way, I'm filming a TV series. You will be scolded for being late.
Then he sat up suddenly, the thin quilt slipped off his body, a pair of soft chests stood upright, scratched his hair, rubbed his eyes, and Famke Jansen finally saw the situation around him clearly.
This is a large bedroom with windows on all sides, all of which have been opened at this time, and the morning light shines in, illuminating the bedroom brightly. But there is no floating dust in the air that floats around with the sun.
I quickly remembered everything about last night, and it felt like a dream. But how could it be a dream
It's over, I seem to have promised something.
The girl muttered something, and got out of bed with bare feet. She didn't see her own clothes around, so she could only search in the small closet next to her, and found one to put on because she was about the same height as Eric. The shirt can barely cover the buttocks, and the two long legs are exposed without any cover, and the scenery between the long legs can be vaguely seen while walking.
I walked around the bedroom curiously, and saw that the city of Malibu was to the north, and the densely packed small villas looked a little... ridiculous.
Well, she didn't know why she felt this way.
On the other side, the sun has risen very high, the sea and the sky are lined up, blue and blue, entangled with each other regardless of you and me, it is too beautiful to behold.
After hesitating in the bedroom for a few minutes, the girl opened the closet and rummaged through it, and slammed the closet door shut: "Why are there all shirts, no trousers at all."
He looked down at his attire, and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already half past eight.
It would take at least an hour to drive from here to the shooting set on the other side of the Santa Monica Mountains, so I must be late.
However, surely no one would dare to scold him today, right
She thought with some pride, 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 better than hers, much better.
Thinking of that figure, she quickly understood why.
I don't know why, but I feel happy.
Then he went downstairs along the stairs, glanced cautiously at the hall, and shouted, it would be terrible if outsiders saw this attire.
"Fami, you're awake, wow," Eric said after a routine exercise, just took a shower, came out with a towel on, and saw the girl standing on the stairs peeping her head, couldn't help but exclaimed, because looking up Go, you can see the scenery between the girl's legs at a glance.
Seeing Eric's squinting look, Famke Jansen tugged at the hem of his shirt helplessly, and complained again: "Why do you only have shirts in your bedroom closet, not even a pair of pants."
Eric laughed and said, "Just to see this situation."
"Bah, bastard," the girl cursed.
"Okay, Fami, I have a few of Drew's clothes here, but you definitely won't be able to wear them. You have to wear yesterday's costumes first. I'll get them for you. It seems 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 up and down the hall barefoot.
Eric walked back quickly, handed the girl the clothes and shoes in the bag, and pointed to the bathroom: "You can take a shower by the way."
"Thank you," Famke Jansen took it. Just as he turned around, he felt his buttocks slapped.
"Ah, damn it," the girl glared reproachfully while clutching her buttocks.
"Come on," Eric said without feeling ashamed at all, and seemed to have the urge to do it again with a smile. 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, Famke Jansen complained: "I'm so late this morning, I'm sure I can't shoot anything."
"Don't worry, it will be soon," Eric said, turning a page of the newspaper without looking up.
"It takes at least an hour to drive from here to the set, and it's probably past ten o'clock everywhere. I still need to make up, set up the scene, and check the lines..." the girl chattered after taking a sip of milk.
"It won't take that long, at most half an hour late."
Famke Jansen glanced at Eric with contempt: "Huh, you said it lightly, I can still fly over."
Eric finally raised his head: "I called a helicopter, and I'll take you there later, it won't take half an hour."
The girl opened her mouth, then shook her head suddenly: "No, no, this is too ostentatious. If this is the case, all of them will... will...."
Eric laughed and said, "This is what I want. I'm declaring my sovereignty. I'll see who dares to call your attention in the future."
"You are... unreasonable," the girl froze for a moment, then quickly retorted.
"Okay, baby, whatever you say is what you say," Eric continued: "By the way, there will be a real estate agent looking for you this afternoon. Didn't you say that the apartment in Burbank was too noisy yesterday? A little earlier Call it a day, let him take you to pick a villa in Beverly Hills, and I will greet the crew."
"I... I can't afford to rent it now," the girl shook her head.
"Choose whatever you want, whichever building you choose will be yours, and I will swipe the card."
"I do not want."
"Well, you can buy the furniture yourself, I don't care."
"I don't want it," said the girl again.
"By the way, do you want a car? How about a Lamborghini? Well... no, the Lamborghini is too hard. I think a Ferrari is more suitable for women," Eric said, and suddenly remembered the girl who opened the door in "007 Golden Eye". Looking at the scene of the convertible Ferrari racing with Bond, it was so cool: "Well, Ferrari, that's it."
"..." (To be continued..)