King of Hollywood Chapter 97: 97: Title Upgrade

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Title Upgrade

With a cock of the car door, both seated in the driver and passenger seats stared ahead, still slightly panting. Though they hadn’t gone too far, it had happened in a restaurant, inevitably adding an elent of thrill.

After maintaining silence for several minutes, Adrian let out a long breath. Just as he reached to start the car, he noticed his zipper was undone, and with a barely noticeable shrug, he zipped it up.

“This is still …” Monica turned her head just then, the flush on her cheeks not yet faded, catching Adrian in the act, and couldn’t help but cough lightly and turn away.

“Still what?” Adrian asked nonchalantly, frankly speaking, the touch just then wasn’t great, but the soul-crushing sensation was morable, and he no longer wanted to delay.

Hesitating for a couple of seconds, Monica answered his question, “It’s still my first ti in a restaurant… It was indeed thrilling, but… I suddenly feel like you’re a jerk, Adrian.”

She turned her head again, and although she said “jerk,” sothing indiscernible flickered in her brown eyes.

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“Just call Ed,” Adrian sighed, “n often act like jerks, I won’t deny it, especially when faced with a beautiful, sexy woman, and people are greedy, always wanting more, just…”

He reached out to gently caress Monica’s cheek, appearing rather lancholic. Monica stared into his eyes for several seconds before she began to shake her head frantically, “No, you’re starting again, you can’t do this!”

“Why can’t I do this?” Adrian leaned in close to her face, “Do you rember what I told you? The difference between sleeping together and making love? I want to make love to you, not just sleep with you.”

“But… but… you shouldn’t…” Monica gestured, not knowing what else to say.

“Not always be in control, always forcing you?” Adrian laughed, “Why can’t I be this way? If you’re upset, you can always fight back, open your heart to understand my weaknesses, and then bring down.”

At that mont, he suddenly grabbed Monica’s chin aggressively, his eyes burning into hers, “Dare to try it? A war, a secret war just between us two, no need to hold back, no such restraints, throw in all your emotions, you can leave whenever you want, but that would an you’ve lost.”

Monica, biting her lip, looked at Adrian. She seed furious, her breathing steadied and her chest heaving, but her thoughts were clearly scrambled, as if sothing was about to burst forth at that mont. Suddenly, she cupped Adrian’s face and fiercely kissed him.

A tempestuous tangle ensued, both unwilling to concede, their tongues fiercely dueling back and forth, instantly setting the atmosphere in the car ablaze. After a while, separated by a thread of saliva during their panting, Monica glared fiercely at Adrian. She was no naive girl anymore; her desires had been thoroughly aroused.

“Then let’s do it!”

As soon as she uttered those words from her seductive red lips, the atmosphere inside the car was completely ignited. Adrian imdiately wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto the driver’s seat, kissing her tempting lips once more while also caressing her waist as he began his foreplay.

Straddling Adrian, though Monica was unable to make many movents due to the confined space, her body’s curves continually matched the rhythm of Adrian’s movents, rising and falling in response as she simultaneously began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Her full breasts burst forth, and Adrian proceeded downward until he was buried deep within her. Monica held Adrian, tilting her head back with her eyes closed, letting out a long sigh and started to reciprocate even more fervently.

In the deep of the night, unnoticed, a gray car in the corner of the parking lot was subtly vibrating.

Following that weekend, with the arrival of Samuel Jackson and Dennis, the third story, “Bonnie’s Situation,” also started to take shape. Monica Bellucci, having finished filming, returned to Los Angeles. Of course, over the two days of the weekend, the pair had a fiery and deep exchange in their hotel room.

Monica, completely uninhibited on the bed, displayed astonishing allure with her mature charm and nearly perfect pear-shaped physique, causing even Adrian, with his self-control, to briefly lose himself. Moreover, compared to Drew, she knew better how to please a man. Though Kate could also do it under Adrian’s tutelage, she was nowhere near as smooth and skilled as Monica.

But Adrian was a step ahead; after several encounters, Monica found herself deeply indulged and unable to extricate herself.

“You are the best man I’ve ever seen!” she once exclaid during a mont of intense pleasure.

Admittedly, n love to hear this, whether it’s sincere or re flattery. Although Monica left with an expression as if nothing had happened, Adrian knew he had won this battle.

Alright then, ti to focus on the filming. Although Samuel Jackson was already over forty, he still looked very young. This was normal; any man, unless baby-faced or leading an extrely irregular lifestyle, wouldn’t show much change in appearance from his thirties to fifties.

So when the stylist gave him an explosive hairstyle and a circle beard, making him look like a hippie from the seventies and eighties, naturally, it also made him appear to be about thirty.

“This style really is nostalgic.” Even Jackson himself couldn’t help but sigh after seeing his own appearance; over twenty years ago in New York, he often dressed up like this for performances.

“This movie, in so ways, is a tribute to the past life,” Adrian said with a smile. “Honestly, Samuel, your look is pretty good. I just wonder how it’ll translate on cara.”

“As soon as you say ‘action’, you’ll see. Since you chose , I won’t let you down, genius director.” Jackson adjusted his outfit, picked up the prop suitcase with confidence, and walked over to where Travolta was already waiting by the dining table.

Thanks to Haggis’s report, ‘genius director’ had now replaced ‘creative director’ as Adrian’s new title, but Adrian wasn’t bothered by that; he had more tricks up his sleeve and didn’t need to fuss over a change of title—better to focus on finishing the movie shoot first.

“Pulp Fiction,” “Bonnie’s Situation,” Scene 102, Shot 77, ready!” At Adrian’s cue, the script supervisor lifted the clapperboard and called out loudly, pausing for five or six seconds before the sharp snap of the board.