I’m in Hollywood

Chapter 57: out of control

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Workaholics usually ignore food and sleep, Eric and Kapoor happen to be such people, and they ended up in a tragedy together.

After buying a plane ticket to New York, the two of them hurriedly boarded the plane with simple luggage. When they arrived in New York, it was already 7:00 pm Eastern Time in the United States. After getting off the plane, the cold air blowing against their faces made the two men in only thin coats shiver at the same time.

"It seems that we all need a life assistant," said Eric, who had already put on a thick windbreaker after walking out of a fashion store.

Kapoor joked with envy: "That's you, uta is so small now, I don't have the ability to hire any life assistants."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon."

Kapoor just smiled and asked, "Are you going to the hotel with me, or are you going to find... your girlfriend?"

"I haven't seen Jane for so many days. I plan to go to her place first. I have given you the phone number of Jane's residence on the plane. You can contact Al Pacino and make an appointment as soon as possible."

"Okay," Kapoor shrugged, "I hope you won't be kicked out by the other party. I heard you talking about the girl on the plane. I think this kind of thing is very possible given her character. "

"Haha, you don't need to worry about that."

According to the address Drew gave him, he took a taxi around Manhattan for a long time before finally finding Aniston's apartment and coming to the door. After fiddling with the bouquet of roses in his hand and tidying up his clothes, Eric knocked on the door, waited for a while without getting a response, and knocked a few more times before confirming that Aniston hadn't come back yet.

Turning his head to look at a large flower pot next to the door, Eric smiled slightly. It seemed that Aniston's little habit could not be changed. The little girl always likes to keep a spare key outside the door. Eric once analyzed it to Aniston in a serious manner. This is a manifestation of a person's inner insecurity, but the strong little girl is determined not Admittedly, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

He took out the key from the flower pot and opened the door, and Eric walked in with his luggage. Turn on the light, the layout style is still warm, and the familiar fragrance of women wafts in the air. Taking a deep breath, the faint longing in his heart was quickly catalyzed into a bowl of rich and beautiful soup. Eric wished that the little girl would appear in front of him immediately, hold her in his arms and knead her fiercely.

After five or six hours without eating, Eric opened the refrigerator with an empty stomach and decided to make a supper for himself and Aniston. Putting on the apron, Eric took out the ingredients and got busy in the kitchen.

More than 20 minutes later, Eric was cooking the last dish, and there was a light sound of a key turning the lock from the door outside. Eric ran to the living room in twos and threes, picked up roses and hid behind the door.

The door opened, Eric was about to speak with a smile, and the three of them froze there at the same time.

That's right, three people, Eric, Aniston, and... Brad Pitt.

"Eric, why are you... here?" The strange silence lasted for a few seconds before Aniston stammered and asked, at the same time, there was a wail in his heart: It's over, Eric must have misunderstood.

Eric stuffed the rose into Aniston's hand, turned to Brad Pitt, and forced a smile, but his eyes looked a little cold.

"Hello, Mr. Pete, we meet again."

"Hello, Mr. Williams..." Brad Pitt held out his hand, but found that Eric didn't intend to shake hands with him, so he could only take it back in embarrassment.

Although it was only a one-time relationship during the audition for "Return to Seventeen", Eric rose at a fabulous speed after that, and it was not easy for Bratt Pitt to forget this young man.

After saying hello, Eric didn't move his body to invite the other party in, and continued: "Mr. Pete, thank you for sending my girlfriend back. If there is nothing else, you can leave."

Bratt Pitt's face became a little embarrassed by the very rude dismissal order. He turned his head and looked at Aniston. Aniston and Eric had been dating for several months. Anger emanating from the outside. But the little girl still straightened her back and retorted: "Eric, you can't do this, Brad is my guest."

The friendly 'Brad' completely ignited Eric's anger. He suddenly raised his voice and glared at Aniston, pointing to the room and saying, "Shut up, let me in!"

This is the first time Aniston has seen Eric get so angry, she shrank her neck subconsciously, she was a little guilty when Eric bumped into her when she was taking the man home, the courage she mustered was completely dissipated by Eric's roar, and she lowered her head and muttered He said, "What's so fierce?", but he obediently moved into the house.

boom-

Ignoring Brad Pitt who was standing there blankly, Eric closed the door hard.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Eric sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette irritably and lit it, and took a deep breath before asking.

If it was another man, Eric might calm down and figure out the truth first, but it happened to be Brad Pitt. Thinking of the entanglement between the two in the previous life, Eric couldn't calm down anyway.

If Eric dared to smoke in his room before, Aniston would have gone crazy, but now the little girl just opened her mouth, but did not speak to stop her.

"He's going to play a role in the next few episodes of "Mary on the Move". He just joined the team the day before yesterday. We've only known each other for two days, so it doesn't matter." Aniston explained weakly.

"You brought him home after only two days of acquaintance?" Eric snorted coldly.

"It's a little late to finish work today. He said that it was not safe for me to go home alone, so he offered to send it to me. I... I... Why should I explain to you?" Aniston said, suddenly came to his senses, staring Eric said: "I have already broken up with you. Could it be that you are allowed to mess around with those women, so I can't have a boyfriend, you... ah!"

Eric crushed the cigarette, pulled the little girl into his arms, and kissed the girl's lips fiercely while Aniston was struggling.

"Well... you can't do this, you are obscene... um... I want... I want to sue you for rape... I hate it, don't touch it..."

After tossing for a while, the little wild cat slowly calmed down, lying softly on the sofa, wrapping his arms around Eric's neck, narrowing his eyes slightly, enjoying the man's kiss and caress.

Snapped-

Eric suddenly let go of Aniston, slapped the girl's upright buttocks unceremoniously, and said, "Okay, let's take a bath first, I've made supper, and I'll clean up after dinner you!"

"It hurts..." Aniston rubbed her hips, glared at Eric with eyes full of spring, got up obediently and walked into the bathroom.

After trying the water temperature, Aniston, who was undressed, stood under the shower, applying shower gel on her body, while thinking about what was wrong with herself, didn't she already decide to break up with that bastard? I lost myself in a daze.

Although I saw Drew and Eric rolling naked on the bed at the beginning, I wrote the breakup note impulsively. But when Aniston came to New York alone, every bit of getting along with each other always appeared in her mind, as if she was addicted to drugs, as if a bird kept circling in her mind, chirping and shouting " Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric...'

At the same time, Aniston unconsciously developed the habit of looking for information about Eric from newspapers and TV.

When someone scolds him, she will get angry; when someone praises him, she will dance like a little girl; when someone wants to plot against him, she immediately forgets her anger and calls to tell the other party the news; , she couldn't help being jealous, and ruthlessly ravaged everything around her that she could touch. On her 10th birthday, she accidentally grabbed a big piece of the stuffed bear she liked very much. She put the blame directly on that guy.

"Forget it, I'll... forgive you one more time." Wiping her snow-white body, Aniston finally convinced herself, perhaps, she had already convinced herself in her heart. After making this decision, Aniston seemed to have let go of a big rock, and the whole person relaxed a lot. Facing the full-length mirror, she twisted her slender waist sensibly. After several months of continuous slimming, Aniston has now completely turned into a slim lady, and no one will associate the word fat with her anymore.

Putting on a bathrobe and walking out of the bathroom, Eric was on the phone.

"...Thank you, James, when I get back to Los Angeles, I will treat you to dinner... Of course, I know, one meal is definitely not enough... Haha, that's it, goodbye."

"Eric, who are you calling?"

Eric put down the microphone and said casually: "James, I have something to ask him for help. Okay, let's eat quickly, the food is cold."