Hollywood Hunter

Waking up in a strange bed, the sky was bright.

Listening quietly to the rustling sound of dressing next to me, Linda Carter still couldn't help but wonder how this happened?

Perhaps a little man is too attractive, young, handsome, and golden, without any shortcomings.Perhaps it was vanity, okay, he was by the side of the party last night, and the envious eyes of many younger and more beautiful women than her were the feeling she hadn’t enjoyed in a long time.Perhaps he has been tempting himself since he sat down opposite him.

Yes.

Hitchcock's!

Oh, how could such a genius as a movie genius make such a low-level mistake, he probably just wanted to relax himself: See, Simon Westero will also make mistakes, no big deal.

Recalling the details of last night, I originally stepped forward to talk with a little caution or even awe. After his little mistake, he was really not so restrained.

anyway.

In short, she played with fire.

Last night, I should have fallen asleep at least until two o'clock in the morning. It was not easy to be tossed, but it was indeed the most satisfying experience for her in these years.

Although, I feel empty.

Um, right.

Silently raised his hand to find his chest... Not empty, but really empty.

I gave birth to a son last year, and the little one at home is less than one and a half years old.In order to maintain her figure, she basically didn't feed the baby herself. Unexpectedly, it was cheaper for a guy.

"Woke up?"

Suddenly, a voice came from my ear, and Linda Carter's face haunted all over the night, looking at the little man beside the bed who was buttoning his shirt. ."

"Early," Simon smiled and fastened his last button. He said, "Sleep a little longer. I'll ask someone to prepare breakfast for you. In addition, the driver will wait outside in the morning and can take you away at any time."

Linda Carter noticed a men's watch on the bedside table, reached out with a white arm, and glanced at it.

It's less than 6:15.

Thinking of what Simon had just said, she realized what she was asking: "Are you going to leave?"

"Yeah, things at work."

What work can be done at six o'clock in the morning, feeling that he wants to escape, she still can't help but ask: "Don't you eat breakfast?"

"Well, not too hungry."

Linda Carter froze for a moment, her face flushed a little more at the thought.

Bastard, of course you are not hungry.

Simon noticed the woman's reaction and realized that his answer was ambiguous and embarrassing.He actually ordered Amy's breakfast at seven o'clock, and the subconscious answer just didn't want to explain too much.

The clothes were put on, and when the woman shrunk under the sheet, she was still holding her watch, and Simon reached out and gestured.

The woman noticed that Simon reached over and subconsciously shrunk, understanding, and handed over the watch embarrassedly.

Simon casually took his watch, looked at the woman on the big bed, hesitated, took out his wallet, opened the checkbook to fill in for a moment, and tore a check down.

Linda Carter turned her head slightly away from Simon's gaze. Afterglow in the corner of her eyes noticed the man's movements, she turned her head and quickly widened her eyes slightly. There was a little more anger in her tone: "What are you doing? "

Simon's hand holding the cheque paused and said softly: "It doesn't mean anything else, you can just buy whatever you like."

Linda Carter gave Simon a hard look, stopped talking, and simply turned around.

Simon looked at the woman's figure and said softly: "I'm sorry, Linda, next time you come to Los Angeles, please have dinner."

"Asshole, you can go."

Simon whispered sorry again, and after thinking about it, he put the check gently on the nightstand and turned to leave the bedroom.

The door was soft.

After more than ten minutes, I heard the sound of the car engine faintly.

That bastard should have left.

Still angry.

So he scolded a few more words, and he was so tired that he couldn't help fighting with his eyelids and continued to sleep.

It was so tired last night.

When I woke up again, the light through the curtain gap was already very bright.He pulled up the sheets and wrapped himself to get out of bed, walked to the window and opened the floor-to-ceiling window curtains leading to the terrace.This villa has excellent views. Standing inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the city of Los Angeles at the foot of the mountain and the blue Santa Monica Bay under the eyes.

There are a lot of cravings for this beauty, but I know that these cannot belong to me.

Thinking of the little bastard's actions a few hours ago, he got angry again.Although not as rich as him, her husband is also a well-known financial lawyer with an annual income of millions of dollars. With the popularity that year, she has been able to obtain good income through endorsements such as TV movie advertisements.

In short, she is not short of money.

Originally, this was a somewhat stimulating but not too bad experience, but he wanted to give her the same money as he sent the woman.

Jerk!

Repeatedly saying again, no more mood to look at the scenery, she turned to the bathroom.

After a brief wash, dressed, picked up his handbag is about to leave, but noticed that the check he should have signed was placed on the bedside table.Because the back is placed on the cover, the front number cannot be seen.

Hesitated.

The heart said that there would never be another time, just look at how many bastards signed.

Just take a look.

So picked it up.

then.

One, two, three, four, five, six... That's right, six zeros before the decimal point.

This is, one million dollars?!

Suddenly a little stunned.

It was already ten years ago. In these years, the largest cheque she received was only $500,000. It was a three-year endorsement contract for a bedding company.Recently, a TV movie that was deliberately auditioned. If it can be signed, the film pay is only about 50,000 US dollars.

Some of the advertising endorsements on her body and some small screen movie episodes regularly performed, all counted down to ensure that she is crowded into the high-income class in the United States.

As for his husband's money, the two were financially independent and had signed a prenuptial agreement.Although he is responsible for family expenses, even if she divorces, she may not be able to get a one-time maintenance of more than one million dollars.

Continue to stay for a while.

Thinking about her reaction in the morning, she felt that even if he was generous, he should only sign a cheque of $100,000 at most.100,000 US dollars, compared to her insistence, she still can't be looked down upon.

He seemed to let him roll off unkindly.

right now.

Suddenly he couldn't help thinking that he must have deliberately tortured himself.

Damn little man.

Scum!

jerk!

douchebag!

You are so generous, why don't you sign $10 million, see if I will take it away!