novelraw Chapter 154
Chapter 154
Old John made a gesture to Josie in the background music suitable for dancing with demons in the nightclub, and then he controlled the volume and said, "You know, boss, I have an old friend who is absolutely solid in the police system, and he received a certain Some noise."
"Go on, what did he find?"
"There is a company called RIET in the Bay Area, I think you should have heard of it." Old John's voice was lower, "The owner of that company is called Rick Wilson. He once reported a case in Los Angeles, claiming that he received There were death threats, but they quickly changed their tune."
RIET is a streaming media company, which has a certain competitive relationship with the video website that Skynet Media is planning, but due to the current speed limit, their ideas are too advanced and their audience is very limited.
But taking advantage of the current high-tech stocks in the Internet, this company plans to do an IPO after its establishment last year, and even Qiao Qian has heard some news.
"My old friend has seen the records that have been destroyed. Wilson said that David Geffen threatened him to hand over his business and technology, or he would kill him and his little boyfriend."
"Do you think this statement is credible?" Josie was noncommittal.
"Maybe it's not enough to buy, murder, kill, people." Old John shrugged, "But who knows. The question is how much the things in this guy's hands are worth if they are successfully listed."
In the face of interests, human nature is always vulnerable.
No?
So, Josie showed a smile, "I'll give you a vacation, and a bonus, you can deepen your relationship with your old friends, and be a superhero by the way."
"I'm fine. But what about you?" Old John also asked with a smile.
"Oh, that's a problem, can you contact your other old friends and find an ex-FBI or 007 to protect me?" Josie joked, "I hope they don't have accidents that go anywhere. .”
Old John nodded, and walked to a quieter corner not far away, while keeping an eye on Josie's situation at all times, while contacting his old buddies.
Josie was very relaxed, still enjoying tonight's party time, she picked up her drink and was about to take a sip, but was stopped by someone.
"If I were you, I wouldn't drink this glass of soda that was out of my sight for a few minutes." Christian Bale reminded.
Josie paused, put down the soda can in her hand, and handed it to him casually, "Would you help me take out the trash?"
Christian silently took it, and did as he was told.
After doing all this, he did not leave immediately, but quietly looked at Josie's side face that flickered under the light of the nightclub with a self-conscious gaze.
"Thank you." Josie turned her head generously, looked at him and said.
"You're welcome." Christian put his arm on the railing in front of her, "Would you like something else to drink?"
His olive-brown eyes no longer hide their heat, and the message speaks for itself.
VIP room.
Josie pushed the freshly baked martini in front of Christian before the ice glass used to hold the wine formed steam on the side of the glass.
Known as the King of Cocktails, the Martini is undoubtedly a well-known strong drink, best served chilled in three sips.
"Try it." Josie urged.
The smooth wine slipped into the throat and ran all the way to the stomach, and immediately there was heat, accompanied by the herbal aroma of absinthe and gin, which was a bit intoxicating and at the same time provided enough heat for the body.
Christian finished his drink in one go, only to notice that Josie, who made the glass of wine, didn't take a sip, and was biting her lip and chuckling.
After noticing his gaze, the blond beauty put the glass aside, "Tell me, what's bothering you."
Christian felt a rush of heat in his head.
To be honest, even without the alcohol, now he can't tell the difference between what's on and what's on.
Maybe it was the moment when Iris and Sean passed by, or maybe it was the song "The Devil" that Carl heard Iris play during the banquet... More likely it was the kiss during today's filming.
That involuntary kiss that distracted him frequently.
Acting is a supreme pleasure.
In the early morning of every shooting day, seeing himself in the mirror in the dressing room will have unlimited energy and motivation for him to start a new day's work, and completing a role is even more satisfying.
Be engaged and focused.
And, the most basic and most important role empathy as an actor is unavoidable.
He could feel Carl's pulse and heart beating under Iris' control, as if she could cut open his blood vessels and get his hottest blood with a light stroke of her fingernails.
At the same time, his emotions subtly continued to him, especially the complicated feelings for the heroine herself.
So when Josie asked, he looked into her eyes almost obsessively, and blurted out: "I'm worried, should I kiss you at this time."
A chuckle came from beside him.
Then, she jumped off the high stool next to the small bar with light movements, like a ray of breeze into his arms, and gently brushed his lips.
It was just a one-touch kiss.
But Christian let his instincts lean forward and took the opportunity to kiss him deeply.
Just like that glass of martini, all of this is the opposite of the cold appearance. Those rich and sweet aromas are entangled between the lips and teeth. With the help of that sip of wine, the throbbing between the two is from bottom to top. spread throughout the body.
But at this time, Christian's mind became more and more sober—fiery but sober.
He is like a traveler walking on a deserted planet, suddenly glimpsed a corner of a mirage, knowing that the oasis is not right in front of him, but he still couldn't resist approaching it.
On the other side, Josie ended the alcoholic kiss, but her nose was still pressed against Christian, "Are you still worried?"
"Oh——" Christian raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were deep, "Yes."
She laughed, imitating his hoarse voice deliberately lowered: "Oh, because you still think this feeling... nasty?"
"I'm not sure about that."
——So, he needs to be sure now.
In any case, they kissed together again in silence, the tall and stern brown-haired young man was like an inseparable shadow, almost completely covering the girl in his arms in his aura.
So for Josie, his kiss was extremely aggressive.
That kind of strong, arrogant, and strong emotion that still belongs to the characters in the play makes them especially immersed in each other's kiss—no, maybe he is the only one who is completely immersed in it.
When the tide of the night subsided, the blonde with a frail appearance was wrapped in a sheet and leaned on the head of the bed, quietly lighting a thin cigarette, just like she did in the filming.
The smoke ring hung around her face, and from Christian's perspective, it was like a dull filter of cool colors.
He couldn't help but turned sideways, put his head on his arm, and stopped her: "Josie—"
"What's wrong?" Josie looked back lightly.
"You always seem to have a sense of distance." Christian propped his chin, and there was a hint of joking in his tone, "An afterthought?"
After he finished speaking, he straightened his upper body half-supported, and let the sheet slide down, revealing a young and well-defined body.
Josie tilted her head to look at him, put out the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, and smiled lightly.
"You really have a face that is naturally prone to anxiety." She turned over, and then leaned down, "Now—do you feel that the distance between us has decreased?"
From Christian's point of view, the two rows of vertical and straight long eyelashes make her eyes look blurred, which is completely different from the usual charm, and even contains a hint of provocation that is convincing.
He couldn't answer, so he couldn't help holding his breath, feeling the distance between the two of them disappearing little by little...
The completion of the movie untied the shackles named "Iris", allowing the original "Josie" to return to the world, and driving the emotions belonging to "Iris" out of her own territory.
And she happened to like Christian a lot.
Oh, just the pure liking of beautiful things, with some appreciation.
And that's enough for them to pass the time together.
After "The Perfect Victim" was successfully completed, Josie entered a complete hell-style training program. Every night when she returned to the apartment, she was exhausted, lying on the bed waiting for someone to blow her hair or apply body lotion, and she would fall asleep straight away. kind of.
Compared with Josie's life in dire straits, Leonardo, who had taken a long vacation since the release of "Titanic", seemed very leisurely, and only made one small-budget literary film that suited his own taste.
So when Leonard, who had nothing to do, said that he would come to Toronto, Josie, who was deeply jealous, rejected him very coldly, "If you are just really bored and want to watch the future Hollywood action actress up close, I suggest you Drink more wine and go to bed early."
Leonardo on the other end of the phone just suggested casually, he was reluctant to part with the colorful nightlife here, both New York and Los Angeles are more enjoyable than Toronto.
“Well, well, I haven’t been drinking that much lately—at least I haven’t had a hangover,” Leonardo asked on the phone. “Is your movie almost done? Our birthday is coming up!”
"...Leo, it's only July now." Josie had to remind him of this fact.
Leonardo, however, just smiled and said, "I mean, I've got your birthday present ready."
"Oh, is that so?" Josie turned over and was on the phone with her arms propped up. "It's a coincidence that I've got yours ready too."—She started to fool people again.
"Then shall we guess each other's gifts?" Leonardo proposed enthusiastically, and thought it was possible to make a bet or something.
Who knew that Josie didn't accept the offer, and just said, "Oh, Leo, it's more meaningful if the gift comes with a surprise—oh!"
Her breathing suddenly stopped.
Because, the lips of a man are clinging to the tailbone on her back, gnawing along the faint veins between the layer of nightgown and the bones, and the hot exhaled air is separated by a thin layer of slightly cool air. The fabric, however, is even more difficult to ignore.
"Josie?" Leonardo's voice came from the receiver.
"Ah, I'm here." Josie said and lowered her arms, "I think my birthday this year should be spent on the set, because I have to finish the work as soon as possible, which is very important to me."
"Honey, can we not talk about work—DiCaprio doesn't want a job!" Leonardo said strangely.
Josie just smiled and didn't answer.
At this time, she glanced at the man behind her from the corner of her eye, but did not stop him from moving, and continued to do her own thing as if nothing had happened.
This obviously aggravated the desire that the other party didn't want to suppress in his heart.
He climbed onto her shoulder from behind and bit there punishingly, leaving a reddish tooth mark on the surface.
Josie closed her eyes, put the index finger of her right hand against the other person's forehead, pushed his head with wet hair out, and said to the phone: "Okay, Leo, I'm a little tired, wait for me to go back I'll find you."
"What you said is like an excuse for me to dismiss those girls every time after the fact." Leonardo said jokingly.
"So you are?" Josie asked him calmly, without any guilt.
"Okay. Anyway." Leonardo didn't answer directly, but said: "You are the special one with me, J."
Josie did not speak immediately, but paused for three seconds, giving the other party enough room to imagine.
"To me, you too," she whispered. "You've always been a great friend, Leo."