Because I happened to be invited to La by the Ellen Show, I saved the airfare and couldn’t get enough of Jonathan’s invitations. After all, he still helped me introduce a lot of filming jobs that can really get paid in the magazine pages before, so I decided to still After finishing the Ellen show, make an appointment to go to his dinner date.
"Why on earth do you want to go alone? They know that you don't want to continue to be a model, right?" After returning to the hotel from the Ellen Show, he changed into an awkward formal suit. Dillon, who was lying on the bed, looked at me using The hairstyle water fixed the hair, and finally couldn't help saying.
I glanced at him in the mirror, dumbfounded, and said, "What are you worrying about? Jonathan shouldn't be a pimp, after all, he still wants a reputation. It seems that it is a couple who want to see me this time. The man is a famous designer, and the woman is also an artist. I guess they want me to be their model to take some themed photos?"
"The fashion world is so chaotic, how do you know what strange interests that couple have..." Dillon insisted unexpectedly. I felt like I could smell the sourness in his unhappy tone. "You want to promise?"
"Not necessarily," I finally trimmed my hair and turned to look at him, "I plan to refuse a normal invitation, but he arranged the meeting so seriously, so I can't rule out that there may be some interesting concept designs. "
Dillon nodded noncommittally, and then ordered another sentence, "I still don't trust this kind of beast with clothes and clothes that I don't know what it will hold in my mind. After you pay off this favor, don't go next time."
"Don't worry, I'll keep my phone on." I smiled helplessly and replied.
Jonathan had booked a French restaurant in the city center. When I got there and reported Jonathan's name and was brought in by the waiter, I saw a man and woman dressed very well sitting across from Jonathan, with their backs to me.
According to what Jonathan said before, the man with neatly combed silver hair and dressed in a silver suit is the designer Abid. Sitting on Abed's right is his artist wife, Sophia, and Jonathan, as I can see, doesn't look very good.
Sophia looks very different from what I thought. According to Jonathan's description of Abid, he is very controlling and has a strong personality. If it is a wife who can get along with him for a long time, generally speaking, it should be the exact opposite type of him.
Because only with a woman like Abid, who has the opposite character, is more gentle and introverted, and accepts him with tolerance, can husband and wife be suitable for living together, instead of two days and three days when Mars hits the earth. However, the pair, dubbed the model couple by the fashion industry, came to the fore, looking more like working partners than couple.
Because Sophia is not the kind of gentle and virtuous wife and mother-type woman she imagined. Obviously, her character is very similar to Abid, and she is also the kind of person who is authoritarian and dominant. I really don't know how these two got together.
Walking over under the guidance of the waiter, I put up a formal smile and greeted these two people: "Hello, Mr. Abed, Ms. Sophia." After Jonathan's introduction, I shook hands with each other and sat down.
"I've been following you for a long time. Originally, we disdain to watch the so-called supermodels who came out of the draft. But I have to say, your works are very emotional." My eyes, the tone of my speech is a natural feeling of being in a high position.
And the moment I sat down, I felt that the atmosphere at this table was not quite right. Jonathan is more likely to be forced to make such an arrangement than if he is more than willing to actively take the line. And after Abid spoke, I quickly understood the reason.
Jonathan said they were friends, but in fact, the Abeds must have the upper hand in their mutual relationships. And Abid stared at me, like a giant python lurking in the depths of the jungle, chasing its prey coldly and viciously. An oncoming pressure that even made it impossible for me to avoid looking at him.
Because there is such an unwritten law in the natural rules, when the beasts are testing each other on the eve of the battle, if you are the first to avoid the line of sight, you will be at a disadvantage at the beginning. So I couldn't devote more energy to paying attention to Sophia, the woman next to Abid.
"Thank you very much for your liking, Mr. Abid." I almost entered a fighting state, pulled out a perfect smile, and responded calmly, "But before that, I want to explain my Position, Jonathan should have mentioned to you before, I don't plan to develop in the modeling industry."
"I know, but I think you will be interested in our design concept." Abed, as if he didn't hear the rejection in my words, directly stated his purpose. "My wife, Sophia, and I are both very interested in you. You are like our beauty muse. It's hard to find a more satisfying model than you."
In the interval between his words, Sophia also said: "Unlike other models, they won't get paid for taking hard photos. As long as you are willing to cooperate with us, the price can be negotiated. Maybe you are still hesitating, but Get along for a while, maybe you can see our sincerity."
As she spoke, I was finally able to step away from meeting Abid and start looking at the woman. Like Abid, she is just as proud of her body and skin, and the fine lines brought about by age only add elegance to her posture.
Sophia's dress and flaming red lips make her look capable and strong, and her first impression with a very sharp lip line is even more difficult to approach. I noticed that she had a different look than Abed was looking at me, and she avoided meeting mine. But judging from the movements of her hands, I could see what she was suppressing.
What an odd couple, I finally came to a conclusion. To be honest, if I had followed Dillon's words, I should have rejected them now and walked away. But because of the curiosity that came from the bottom of my heart, I couldn't help but want to sit longer and analyze the psychology of these two people.
It can be said that I can't find the sexual attraction between the couple, but they each have a particularly strong feeling for me. Both couples have a sense of possessiveness and dominance, just not with each other, but with others outside the relationship. Is it true that Dillon was right that these two are really the kind of people who are in an open relationship and are passionate about it
My curiosity and no intention of getting up and leaving immediately made Jonathan couldn't help but swept his worried gaze. Compared with these two people, Jonathan's paranoid perfectionism is as innocent as a little angel. And obviously he knows exactly what kind of people these two people are, so that's why he behaves like this.
It can only be said that curiosity killed the cat. I was bored for more than half a year, and finally met a challenger of the same kind. This exciting feeling made me really unable to give up and leave. Maybe in addition to the David Vincent and William case, I can also analyze this strange husband and wife relationship? What an interesting case.
"In that case, why don't Mr. Abid and Ms. Sophia tell me directly what your shooting plan is? The design concept and theme?" I lowered my eyes slightly to cover my thoughts and the hesitation just now, and then said.
I noticed that Abid and Sophia showed an unexpected satisfaction after I finished asking the question. As if they thought it was all in their hands, then Abed raised his hand to signal that Jonathan was ready to retire.
Unable to say anything, Jonathan sighed and stood up, then he patted me on the shoulder and finally said nothing but said goodbye: "Since you have an idea, I'll leave this place to you first. If you have any questions...you can call me." After he finished his last sentence, I saw Sophia's dissatisfied frown out of the corner of my eyes.
A woman who is as controlling as her husband, I really don't know how they can get along. Human nature and people's psychology is a really strange thing.
"That's Bryan," Abed said with a satisfied smile after Jonathan left, and the smile was inconspicuous. "What Sophia and I are talking about is not the same project, which means that I hope you can collaborate on two different projects."
I nodded my head unsurprisingly and took his design concept from him. "… Mermaid?" I couldn't help but blurt out what I saw when I opened the first page. When talking about mermaids, most people think of the feeling of the daughter of the sea in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale. In short, when it comes to mermaids, it must be a woman.
"That's right," Abed's eyes flashed as he talked about the subject of the hard shot he wanted to shoot. "I remember your water is very good, we need to shoot in the wild in the rainforest and the pool. Your red hair and golden sunshine, blue glass fish tail! This will be the perfect beauty!"
"In this set of hard photo themes, what you want to embody is the jewelry hanging on the tail of the fish and on your body. It is expensive and magnificent but not gaudy. The concept of hard photo will bring a priceless feeling to the whole set of jewelry." Bede paints the picture in his mind, gestures and movements revealing a sense of madness.
Then before I could react, his right hand reached out and grabbed my chin all of a sudden. My subconscious action was to dodge back, but before he had time, his other hand touched the tip of my hair. My movements froze, and I could even feel the hidden, scrutiny glances from the other seats in the restaurant.
"When the time comes, you need to straighten out your beautiful red hair," he said with a low laugh. "Don't worry, I won't use those cheap artificial hair. Instead, I will use the real hair that Sophia and I have treasured for a long time. "As he said, he kneaded the ends of my hair and commented, "It's almost the same shade as yours. Perfect...it's perfect!"
The feeling of Abid talking, as if he was playing with a collection of handicrafts in his hands, made people unable to bear the chills. He didn't see me in front of him as a co-model, or a living creature. No wonder Jonathan showed that kind of worry and hesitation before leaving.
I forcibly suppressed the awareness that ordinary people have, when ordinary wild animals encounter danger, reminding them to flee immediately. Instead, I obeyed the force of his hand, leaning forward in a compliant gesture.
For this kind of dominant personality, showing obedience in front of him is the easiest way to let the other party let down his guard. And I found out strangely that when Abed made such a move, there were two completely contradictory emotions in Sophia's eyes, dissatisfaction and satisfaction.
The resentment was not directed at me, but she was jealous of her husband touching me. Satisfaction seems to be that she has brought herself into Abid's position, and what Abid does is exactly what she wants to do. So this is the reason why the two of them can get along harmoniously? Because the tastes are similar? …
After seeing the reactions of the two of them, I turned my head slightly to avoid Abid's hand. Abid had an unfinished expression on his face, withdrew his hand to straighten his cuffs, and resumed his previous posture. I also naturally straightened the hair that Abid played with just now, and turned my head to bring the topic to Sophia.
"And what about Ms. Sophia?" I raised a smile that didn't change at all, as if I wasn't affected by Abed's excessive behavior just now. "What do you want me to do?"