Chapter 563

In the villa, all the lights were turned on, making the whole house look bright and dazzling. In the largest living room, accompanied by constantly changing music, a man and a woman were dancing. Sometimes they hugged each other and danced slowly, sometimes they twisted their bodies closely together, and sometimes they thumped the floor with a strong rhythm.

The man was tall and straight, and his marble-like facial features were very attractive. The woman had a head of reddish blonde hair and wore a dark one-piece skirt. Her well-proportioned figure made her look sexy and charming. Even though she was wearing a pair of five-inch high heels, it couldn't stop her from walking at a fast pace.

"Again, again …" Nicole giggled. After letting Adriaan hold her waist and taking a break from slow dancing for a while, she used the remote control to change to a fast-paced music and was about to continue dancing.

"Be careful of your feet." Adriaan didn't let go of her waist and reminded her.

"It's okay, no problem. If you're worried …" Nicole immediately kicked off the high heels on her feet, then turned around and looked at him with a charming smile. "How about now?"

Her face was full of blush, and her watery blue eyes were blurred. In addition to the continuous dancing, she was a little out of breath. Her whole body exuded the seductive temperament of a mature young woman.

"Then come on." Adriaan leaned over and kissed her lips.

Nicole immediately grabbed his hand and spun away. After tilting her body and straightening her arm, she reached out to pick up the glass of amber liquid on the table next to her and took a sip. Then, he exerted strength in his hand and turned back, cupped Adrian's face, and poured the whiskey into his mouth.

After tasting the whiskey in her mouth, Adriaan suddenly put her arm on his shoulder. Then, he lifted her thigh and picked up the remote control to change to a tango. It was Carlos Gardel's "One Step Away." Then, the two of them clung to each other and danced in a lazy and gorgeous rhythm.

Compared to before, Nicole's dance was more sexy and hot, and her movements were more provocative. When she turned around, her buttocks bumped, her thighs rubbed against each other deliberately, and from time to time, she pinched the important parts with her hands. All of these were teasing Adriaan. Adriaan was doing the same thing. Every time his fingertips swept across Nicole's chest, she would tremble slightly. Every time his fingertips slid across her buttocks, he would pass it from the inside, so that what should have been a beautiful dance ended up being a mess, leaving only breaths of ecstasy.

"Oh, this is great. I haven't danced so happily in a long time." Nicole, who finally stopped, fell on the sofa and shouted like a child. Then, she grabbed the newly opened whiskey glass and took a sip. "Especially when I think of Gwyneth's unwilling look, I suddenly feel happy."

Adriaan, who was packing up his things, couldn't help but sigh helplessly. From the moment Nicole interrupted, he knew that he was in trouble. Last year, because Gwyneth was too stimulated, the thing that should have been in his hands fell into Nicole's hands because of Adriaan's … favoritism. So, he had to change his habit of spending every Oscar night with the movie queen and comfort Gwyneth.

At that time, Nicole didn't say anything. She just dragged him out at the party and squeezed him hard. He didn't expect that this year, he would mess things up. Well, it couldn't be said that she was messing things up. Her request was justified. Last year, she won the Best Actress Award, but Adriaan accompanied Gwyneth. So this year, since Gwyneth won the Best Actress Award, Adriaan naturally had to accompany her to make up for it.

It was no wonder that after their passionate night in the stairwell of the Kodak Theater, when Adrian "threatened" her, she said, "I believe you too, and I'll be quick." She also seemed to be planning something.

Obviously, Gwyneth was unwilling. If it was Blanchett or Liv who made this request, she would definitely agree. If it was Kate, Sarah, or Julia who made this request, she would be unhappy and hesitate for a moment, but in the end, she would agree. Only Nicole couldn't, even if the other party's reason was very good.

However, Nicole was not easy to deal with. No matter what Gwyneth said, she didn't care. She just insisted that Adriaan accompanied her last year, so according to the principle of fairness, he should accompany her this year. The two women fought in a roundabout way. Sometimes they showed off their sharpness, and sometimes they hid their secrets. For a while, Adriaan couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

Fortunately, they both had a sense of propriety. Their voices were not loud or soft. Even so, they still attracted a lot of attention at the party. One was last year's Best Actress, and the other was this year's Best Actress. They were rivals last year and this year, and the other was the miracle director who made them famous. Even if there was nothing going on when they were together, people would still think of something.

However, no matter how much they fought against each other, the final decision was still made by Adriaan. So, Gwyneth still couldn't compete with Nicole, even though she tried to persuade her to stay and put on a pitiful expression.

"I'm sorry, Gwyneth, but I have to be fair," Adriaan said helplessly.

Of course, out of consideration for her feelings and to prevent reporters from taking photos, he waited for almost 20 minutes after Nicole left the party before leaving.

"Okay, honey, you're a little drunk." Adriaan walked over and took the glass from Nicole's hand.

"So what?" Nicole immediately snatched it back and held the bottle in her arms, looking like a little woman who wouldn't allow him to take it away. "I've never been so happy before. What's wrong with drinking a few more glasses?"

Adriaan raised his eyebrows and felt that Nicole tonight was a little different than before. In the past few years, she was either charming and seductive in front of him, or cold and elegant, and then she would do everything to tease him, let him press her under his body, and then ask him for "prostitution fees." She couldn't be any slower. Unlike now, one moment she was shouting loudly, the next moment she was acting like a little woman.

It seemed that she really drank too much, but she was really happy tonight. Adriaan shook his head imperceptibly and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Never? I remember that I was very happy a few times before, and in the past … "

At this point, he didn't continue. He just smirked, and the meaning behind it was self-evident.

Not knowing whether it was because of the alcohol or because she was having too much fun, Nicole, whose face had been red, snorted softly and suddenly asked, "If … if I didn't pull you in that day, or if I pulled someone else in, what would happen to me now?"

"Who knows?" Adriaan narrowed his eyes and said in a casual tone, "But one thing is for sure. You and him will definitely divorce. He doesn't deserve you."

"Ha …" Nicole, who was half lying on the sofa, laughed. "I knew that a villain like you would say something like that. There is no man worse than you in this world."

"Well, from a bastard to a villain, and then to the worst man in the world. It seems that I should celebrate." Adriaan spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.

"Isn't it?" Nicole turned her body sideways, put her upper body on the armrest of the sofa, raised the glass, and looked at him unblinkingly through the amber liquid with her blue eyes. "You took me by force, played me in the palm of your hand, constantly humiliated me, treated me like a prostitute, and paid me every time after we had sex. You wanted to use this to attack me and conquer me spiritually!"

"But …" Adriaan thought for a moment. "You didn't object, did you?"

Nicole didn't answer for a long time, and her eyes became hazy and confused again. After a long time, she twisted her body and leaned on his shoulder. She looked up at him with an inexplicable throbbing gaze. "Yes, I didn't object. At first, I thought that at least it could remind me that between us … it was just a deal, and I had to keep a distance from you. But then, slowly, I began to get used to this kind of deal. I suddenly began to worry, if one day … "

She took a deep breath, and her eyes became more hazy. "If one day you don't pay anymore? If you don't … prostitute me anymore … what should I do? "

At this point, Nicole gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I thought, oh, it's just that I haven't achieved my goal yet. As long as I borrow your power to help me obtain that highest honor, I would be able to recover. But … these few days last year, when I finally received the Oscar for Best Actress, when I returned home and faced an empty room, the feeling of fear was never so strong. That damned scoundrel, if he doesn't visit me again, what the f * ck am I going to do?!"

She said this almost through gritted teeth, as if the words were squeezed out from her throat. Her hands on the sofa also clenched into fists. Then, she suddenly relaxed and sat up with a chuckle. She held her head for a long time and didn't speak. It was unknown whether she was laughing at herself or laughing bitterly.

"I shouldn't be an actress." Nicole waved the bottle drunkenly as if she had fallen into a state of madness. It seemed that the alcohol had rushed to her head. "I'm a cheap whore, a prostitute, a slut! When a villain casually played and humiliated me, I was actually worried about what would happen if he didn't treat me like this in the future! I should be a call girl. I have a lot of experience, and I will do a very good job. I can f * cking earn more money with this! "

"You are." Adriaan calmly opened his mouth, and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light. He raised his chin slightly and looked at her with a condescending gaze. "In front of others, you are the cold and elegant Oscar Best Actress, Nicole Kidman. But in front of me, you only need to spend 20 dollars to make me feel good once. A private prostitute, always. "

Nicole's eyes became more and more hazy. Her curly hair hung down from one side of her face, and she supported her body with her arms. For a moment, she gave people a wonderful feeling of weakness and pitifulness.

"Will you continue to prostitute me, Eide? Will you pay me every time I make you feel good? " Her eyelids slowly drooped, her fingers constantly drawing circles on the sofa, and she said in a somewhat ethereal tone.

"Of course." Adriaan replied softly. He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulled her into his arms, and then pinched her chin and raised it in front of him. "I can promise you, Nicole. I swear, every time you make me feel good, I will pay you on time, and I will never be late! Just like what I said earlier, you are my personal prostitute, my personal call girl, and always will be. "

Although this speech was very awkward, the person who said it was very serious, and the person who listened was also very serious. Then, Nicole wrapped her arms around his neck and used her own mouth, which still had the smell of alcohol, to block Adriaan's mouth, which also had the smell of alcohol. Then, they passionately entangled. Their lips and tongues demanded each other again and again. After exchanging saliva countless times, they finally separated.

"I was thinking …" Adriaan blew on her, "In order to better prove my promise, should I apply for a VIP card here, so that you can be more assured?"

Nicole giggled, and the feeling of trembling like a flower branch was both unrestrained and charming.

"Next year." She replied, "This year, Gwyneth is definitely not the only one with this request. I can guarantee that, and … I haven't enjoyed enough."

"Okay, then …" Adriaan didn't continue this topic. He picked up the hem of her skirt and pinched her thighs.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole straightened her waist and pulled down her shirt. The pair of soft breasts, which were not big but still maintained a very firm posture, bounced a few times.

"Today, I will treat you for free." She raised her chest, and her face was full of pride. "There aren't many opportunities like this, so if you have any tricks, just do it."

She really deserved to be called Nicole. Adriaan laughed, and after praising her in his heart, he then pinched her waist with both hands and buried his head in her.

Frankly speaking, he didn't expect things to turn out like this. Although Nicole's thoughts were basically under his control, he didn't expect that comforting Gwyneth last year would act as a catalyst, and in the end, their relationship became harmonious because of contradictions and awkwardness. Of course, this was not bad. Adriaan really liked Nicole like this. This kind of deep-rooted role-playing could also unearth more fun, and the day of applying for a VIP card was just around the corner.

Although the award ceremony was over, the discussions and debates did not stop, especially regarding the winner of the Best Director Award. Many of Scorsese's fans accused the Film School of being unfair. They felt that the old Italian man was obviously more qualified to win the award than Sofia. Some people even thought that Sofia won the Best Director Award entirely because of her father and her ambiguous relationship with the Miracle Director.

Although Scorsese later made a statement to express his respect for the Film School, it was only respect, and it was only one sentence. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied.

Adriaan didn't care at all. It wasn't the first time that the Film School didn't like Scorsese. This time, he was just trying to give it a push. Besides, compared to the guy who was supposed to win the Best Director Award this year, the one who escaped to France and never returned to America, Scorsese was already doing very well.

After all, this was the only chance Polanski had to win an Oscar after escaping to Europe. However, Adriaan took it because of his own plan, and at the same time, he gave Sofia a push. At least Scorsese still had a chance in the future. For the sake of his own plan, Adriaan also thought that when the time came, he would give him some compensation.

In addition, the media wasn't completely on Scorsese's side. Some critics clearly stood up to support Sofia. They felt that "Lost in Tokyo" was fully qualified to win the Best Director Award. This was true. As mentioned before, "Lost in Tokyo" vividly portrayed the loneliness of being in a foreign country. It was indeed qualified to win. Otherwise, no matter how hard Adriaan worked, he wouldn't have been able to send Sofia to the Best Director Award.

Soon, the Washington Post revealed that, according to an insider, in the Best Director Award, Sofia only won a few votes from Scorsese. It was a very narrow victory. Adriaan also heard this news. It should be accurate. Generally, accounting companies weren't allowed to reveal the exact number of votes, but such vague information was allowed.

So, a lot of people sighed. This time, luck was on Sofia's side. God wanted the Oscars to have a Best Female Director. These were all things that Adriaan didn't interfere with. So, Adriaan just needed to muddy the waters a little more, so he didn't have to worry about people calling out for Scorsese's innocence.

However, as for the other gossip, it wasn't easy for him to deal with it. The Best Actress, Best Supporting Actress, and Best Director winners all had a close relationship with him. Especially Sofia, it was almost a public confession of love. In addition, in the past few years, the Miracle Girls had continuously ascended to the throne of Best Actress. How could the reporters not gossip?

Of course, they were also very smart. They didn't wantonly report biased reports. Playing this game with a media mogul was simply courting death. Instead, they gave Adriaan the title of "the director who understands women the best in Hollywood, and the one who can bring out the brilliance and characteristics of an actress."

For example, "Empire" used a very objective tone to describe the things that could be reported about Adriaan, Gwyneth, Zeta Jones, and Sofia in a very plain manner. For example, attending Old Pablo's funeral, holding Zeta Jones's arm to attend the movie premiere, and his shadow behind several of Sofia's works.

Although they didn't say much, the readers could automatically make all kinds of connections. Then, they would report on the Best Actress winners of the past few years. One could imagine how much attention it would attract.

"Sometimes, I really want to sell these newspapers and sell them in pieces. Or, I can just give them a gag order." Adriaan sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I have to abide by the rules of the game. In addition to being the chairman of the board of AC Media, I'm also the Miracle Director, and I've appeared a lot as the latter."

"So, you're saying that you came here today to complain to me and hope that I can comfort you?" Charlize directly said.

Adriaan immediately laughed. Charley was Charley. No matter what, she was always so impolite.