King of Hollywood

Chapter 259

You're a dude.

Despair is not only what Linda said, but also her confused face, obviously she has completely forgotten what she said before.s8 Fast Update []

“Damn it, Linda, have you forgotten what we said?” Ivanka asked with some irritation and even impatience, which made her look disoriented, and Linda couldn't help but open her eyes, which she had never done before.

“Wait, let me think…” the girl raised her hands and pondered halfway towards her head before asking in an uncertain tone: “You mean… you mean… show Adrian a little face sè? ”

“Oh, my God, I knew you'd all forgotten." Ivanka waved her fist. “You, Emily, Jason and Stein, we said good. You did good at first. How could you forget now?”

“Relax, Eni, you're not like you at all right now.” Linda waved carelessly, "Adrian was a very interesting man, why should we show him the make-up? ”

“What?” Ivanka couldn't believe looking at her friends, "but in a few hours, he was obsessed with you? ”

“Of course,” Linda answered naturally, "he's funny and humorous and a little cute, not some old antique, and patient and quite perfect. ”

Speaking of which, she revealed the god of memory, sè, and started laughing silly: "Oh, is it true that Adrian is a playboy, and frankly, I wouldn't mind taking him home tonight if I could? ”

bitch Ivanka turned a white eye, scolded in her heart and looked angrily at Linda.

“Come on, Ennie,” Linda said still in memory, "I bet you had the same idea, didn't you? ”

“Linda” Ivanka chewed her teeth and screamed, her beautiful face black as burnt bread. Linda finally woke up and some embarrassed vomited her tongue: “Sorry, Ennie. ”

“I'm disappointed in you, Linda, and Jason and them, very, very disappointed.” Ivanka said with her arms in her face.

But Linda didn't take it personally, even though she was frightened: "Come on, Eni, okay, I apologize. It was really my fault tonight —— it was our fault. But it's irretrievable now, isn't it? Do you think we can get the conversation back out now? Adrian has taken the initiative and everyone loves him. ”

Ivanka continued to stare at her without a word.

“Well, Ennie,” Linda put her hands on her shoulder and said in the most sincere tone, "this time it didn't work out, so next time, well, after all, we don't know what kind of person he is and how to deal with him to be effective. With the lesson now, if you really plan to do it again, we'll definitely be on your side, I promise, Eni. ”

After watching her for a while, Ivanka finally lifted her hands: "Okay. ”

After this fruitless conversation, the two girls returned to their compartments and saw Emily and Adrian return from the dance floor. Linda invited Adrian to dance one more song as if what she had said in the bathroom before did not exist. Ivankam's gaze grew so angry that after Stein invited Emily to continue dancing, she mustered the courage to come and invite her Jason to touch the grey nose.

“Sometimes making a movie is an interesting thing, facing the camera, making yourself another person, starting a new life, it feels very

āng... ”After coming back from the dance floor, Adrian started talking to four young people, just like that, who listened carefully and focused, asked questions from time to time, and then laughed in the other person's humorous answer.

Trying to keep Ivanka calm on the surface, sitting silently, drinking beer after beer. Though reason told her to calm down, it wasn't a big deal, she couldn't help but look at Adrian with a hateful look, and the other side never looked at her right unless she spoke chā.

And even if Ivanka chā spoke, Adrian answered, as long as she shut up, his attention would be focused on the other four, as if she didn't exist at all.

Damn soul eggs, dammit Ivanka screamed in her heart, but this is a public place, she can't give Adrian a face like she did at home, so the beer bottle in front of her is getting more and more.

“You're not a gentleman at all, you're a narrow-minded soul egg I was... but when I said that I didn't like you... that's how you retaliated against me..." As Ivanka spoke, her hands were swinging high and the tun section, and with the beat of the blast and Adrian collided, in the dance floor, the glow of the colorful sè passed through the lively men and women.

“Isn't that what you want?” Adrian swings his body at the same pace, even though he is tall and flexible and xing doesn't lose to young people at all, "since you don't like me, of course I can't make you dislike me any more. ”

“You're a cunning argument, you're just trying to embarrass me, you're just trying to make me look like a clown." Ivanka raised her voice, stepped on the beat and jumped harder and harder, and the two clumps on her chest were full and trembling sharply, tempting.

Adrian shrugged his shoulders just what he was about to say, the music suddenly stopped, and the dance song ended, and the people on the dance floor stopped. Ivanka, who was rising, fell into Adrian's arms by accident, his feet snapped, and through the slightly dim light, she could see that her face was covered in red dizziness, and her eyes were all confused, and with the ups and downs of her chest, her mouth breathed alcohol from time to time.

“Well, it's over, let's go back.” Adrian took her outside the dance floor.

“Why don't you go on? Why don't you go on?” Ivanka screamed drunk and then tried to push him away, "I can walk without your help."

“Obey me.” Adrian, as if she hadn't heard, took her straight back to the box, and the glass table was filled with beer bottles, and the other four young people were more or less intoxicated because they drank too much.

“Jason, you soul egg, the last bottle is mine." Ivanka opened her disoriented eyes and tried to grab the beer bottle that Jason had delivered to her mouth, but was quickly stopped by Adrian.

“It's getting late, guys, and I don't think you usually come home too late, right?” He said, "I'm sending Ivanka home now, and you should go home soon. ”

“Why don't I take her home, Ed.” Stein turned his eyes and suddenly jumped.

“No, Stan, don't think I don't know what you're thinking.” Adrian said, "Don't think Ivanka just asked me to dance with her drunk and forcibly, I didn't hear you —— ‘She's never had so much to drink, it might be an opportunity.'" Right? ”

“I'm just... I'm just... I don't mean anything else...” Stein stumbled, embarrassed, while Linda and Emily next to him chewed and laughed.

“Maybe you're the one who can't think.” Jason solved Stern's circumference, and Sternton pretended to be upright: “Yeah, maybe that's what you think. ”

“Don't take your precautions to guess me, guys, I've already called the bodyguard, one of them will drive her back," Adrian shrugged, "That's it, I'm leaving. It's nice to meet you. Come and see me in LA sometime, I'll treat you. ”

In their laughter, Adrian walked out with Ivanka, and although she kept screaming, "Let me go,“ “I can walk on my own," “I haven't played enough," he kept deafening.

Out of the club, the cold wind blows, leaving no one to revive the spirit, not only Adrian is much better, Ivanka is also awake a lot.

“Send Miss Ivanka back to 192 68th Street.” After the car arrived, Adrian opened the door and put Ivanka inside, saying to the bodyguard driving the car.

Who knew Ivanka was dead grabbing his clothes and not letting go.

“Let go, Ivanka, I'll have you sent back.” Adrian said after pulling it off a few times.

“Why should I let go? I screamed so much, you let me go, and you didn't listen, and now you want me to let go?” Ivanka had a bit of a nervous giggle and she did drink a little too much tonight.

Then, she clamped Adrian's thighs with her legs and asked in a proud tone: "If I scream 'Help’ now, guess what the news is tomorrow? ”

It's already 10: 00, but there are still a lot of pedestrians on the street. Adrian stands half-body in the front door of the car, and there's another pair of women's xing's long legs clamping him. This scene doesn't look like a good thing.

“Your father will be ashamed of it.” Adrian lowered his voice and followed the whole person into the car, closing the door and prompting the bodyguard to drive.

“It turns out he's a nasty guy.” Ivanka rolled her eyes and said out loud, "I'm not going back to 68th Avenue. I'm going to 7th Avenue. Do you understand? I have a little apartment there. I'm going back to my apartment. My apartment is not my dad's.”

“Okay, okay, go to your apartment.” Adrian shook his head and made a gesture to the bodyguard.

Seventh Avenue is not far away, almost ten minutes away, Ivanka finally kept quiet all the way, she leaned unconsciously on her seat, and the previous cold wind only sobered her up a little. After another torment, Adrian finally took an elevator to Ivankana's apartment on the 15th floor.

“That's it, you take care of the rest, I'm leaving.” After putting the girl on the couch, Adrian said after she vented.

Ivanka didn't say anything, sat there skewed, scattered with hair, blushing, blindfolded, intoxicated, not knowing what to do. Adrian shrugged her shoulders, no longer waiting for her to answer, went straight to the bathroom for convenience, washed her hands and rubbed her cheeks with cold water, then moved her fingers for a few minutes and then left the bathroom.

When he returned to the living room, he stunned again. Ivanka sometime ran to the small round table in front of the kitchen table and poured a glass of wine for herself. She looked up and laughed. Looking at the bottle, it seemed... brandy?

“Enough, you can't drink anymore, Ivanka.” After shaking her head slightly, Adrian walked past and stopped the girl who wanted to pour another drink.

“Go away, who do you think you are?” Ivanka impatiently pushed him, reaching for the bottle.

“You've had enough tonight, Ivanka, Linda. They say you've never had so much wine, and your father says you're a restrained girl." Adrian let her rob you, "and this spirits don't suit you. Your father doesn't drink, does he? ”

“He doesn't drink because he drank too much before," Ivanka said loudly, her eyes seemed very angry with disenchantment, "what wine do you think I would drink? Beer or champagne? Oh, fuck you, Adrian. You know what I hate about you? Always pretend to be a self-righteous face, as if you think you are, and you must be.”

She stood up and walked a few steps, leaning against the armrest of the sofa and staring at him: “I rarely drink so much wine. Oh, the correct thing to say is, I drink so much wine for the first time, so I want to taste brandy. What's wrong with that? If I don't want to drink, then why should I put a bottle in my apartment? ”

Speaking of which, she crossed her head and thought about it, and then waved her hands a little frivolous: “Of course, I had drunk too much before, and the taste was a little numb, and I drank too fast, and I didn't taste it carefully. ”

Adrian sighed funny and put the bottle back in the cupboard: "Okay, Ivanka, that's it, you're a little too indulgent, go back to your bedroom and get some sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll know how ridiculous you are doing this tonight. You're not drunk, you're sober. ”

“Wow, wow, wow, these ‘you’ are incredibly skilled,” Ivanka shouted in an exaggerated tone, "Look what I just said. Here we go again."

“I'm leaving, good night.” Adrian didn't care at all and walked straight past her to the door.

At this point, Ivanka suddenly jumped up and pushed him hard. Adrian was suddenly pushed back a few steps by this force, and his last butt sat on the couch.

Ivanka stared at him so hard, and suddenly she laughed nervously: "You have no idea how far I'd go if I let myself go, Adrian."

Adrian opened his hand and was about to talk, but Ivanka said something back: "Do you want to fuck me, Adrian? ”

“Sorry, I think you might have some...” Adrian made a gesture after a half-hour.

“Answer me, Adrian, do you want to fuck me?” Ivanka leaned down slightly and looked at him with a provocative look, as if something was burning in her intoxicating eyes.

“That's not a good question, Ivanka.” Adrian replied calmly.

“Really?” Ivanka smiled again, then straightened her body, added lips with her little tongue, and then took off her coat.

“You're a dude, Adrian," she looked at him blindly and said slowly, reaching behind her back, "the famous dude, and now she doesn't even dare admit it? ”

The top then came off, and the pair wrapped in bras jumped up and swayed for a few moments. The deep ditch in the middle was unusually eye-catching. Adrian's lip line was silent, but her eyes were unwelcome on those soft pairs, Ivanka, which * * may not be as good as Monica and Zeta Jones, but they were definitely a lap older than Kate and Charlize, which was already rare at her age.

Ivanka was even more proud of her smile, as if something dominated her and made her do this in front of Adrian. Then, the bra also fell off, there was no more stopping the fullness of the dance a few jumps, the red bellet quickly grew in the cold air, and Ivanka felt all of this had to take a deep breath and make a groan yin, with a thick * *.

“Tell me, Adrian, have you ever wanted to fuck me?” Her excited face, her faster breathing made her chest fluctuate more and more, and her eyes were sometimes confused and crazy.

Adrian still hasn't answered, just sitting there quietly, keeping his eyes on the reddish red that grew at those two points.

The madness of alcohol had completely occupied Ivanka's body, and she suddenly sat down on the coffee table in front of Adrian, slowly lifting her dress and then turning her legs apart, revealing her powdered sè bottom ku.

“I'm still a... virgin," she breathes in her mouth.

“You know what?” Adrian opened with a low voice, his eyes finally shifted to her face, "I never refused a woman's request, Eni. ”

After that, without giving her a chance to think, he pulled her into his arms and buried her unnecessarily in the richness of the pair, holding one of them in his mouth.

Ivan Carton shouted, which sobered her up somewhat from previous madness, shameful and embarrassing feelings followed her to her heart, making her want to push Adrian away, but the crispness from her chest quickly climbed across her body, making her again paralyzed and confused, a slight struggle more like greeting and refusing.

More importantly, Adrian had penetrated the skirt along her thighs with one hand, while the other swam over him, carrying an array of currents that made her even more irresistible. So when Adrian wěn held her lips, Ivanka did not hesitate to tangle with him, and then when he stood up holding her, his legs were actively clamped between his waists.